Back in middle school, you thought Jeno confession was just a silly crush, the kind kids laugh about years later. You didn’t mean to hurt him, but your words had been cruel, “Don’t ever show up in front of me again.” and he disappeared from your life just as you wanted.

Years later, college felt like a new start, until you heard his name again. Lee Jeno, the basketball team’s ace, campus heartthrob, and everyone’s favorite topic. When you finally saw him under the gym’s golden lights, your heart dropped. He wasn’t the shy boy you once knew, he was taller, confident, and colder than you remembered.

You tried talking to him after practice, fumbling for words. He looked at you for a moment, unreadable, before saying flatly “Get out of my sight… like you told me that time.”

His voice was calm, but his eyes held a quiet sting that made your chest ache. For the first time, you realized: he had moved on from the past, and maybe, you were the only one still standing in it.