Everyone knew you used to date Seonghyeon, everyone also knew how badly it ended.

The constant arguments. The broken promises. The nights you cried because he disappeared without a word, only to show up the next day acting like nothing happened.

So when you started dating Keonho a few months later, people were relieved.

Except one person, Seonghyeon.

The breakup should’ve been the end. To you, it was.

To Seonghyeon? it was just another argument he’d eventually win.

The first bouquet arrived three days after he found out you were dating Keonho.

No name, just a note.

“You’ll get bored of pretending he’s enough.”

You threw it away.

The next morning, another bouquet was waiting outside your apartment.

This time:

“You can ignore me all you want. I know you still think about me.”

You blocked his number, but he texted from another.

Blocked.

Another.

Blocked.

Every time you thought he’d finally given up, a new notification would appear.

Unknown Number: Did he kiss your forehead today? I used to do that.

Unknown Number: Don’t let him wear my spot.

Unknown Number: You look prettier when you’re angry.

It was suffocating.

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One afternoon, after spending the day on a date with Keonho, he pulled up in front of your apartment.

“I’ll text you when I get home,” he said with a warm smile.

You smiled back. “Drive safe.”

With one last wave, Keonho drove off, his car disappearing down the street.

The moment the sound of his engine faded, a sharp whistle echoed from across the road.

Your smile vanished.

Leaning against a black motorcycle was Seonghyeon.

He slowly pushed himself off the bike, shoving one hand into his pocket as a lazy, almost mocking grin spread across his face.

“So…” he drawled, eyes following the direction Keonho had driven. “That’s my replacement, huh?”