You never thought you’d come back here. Not after everything that happened. Not after that summer that shattered everything.

You were seventeen when you vanished overnight. No calls. No messages. No explanations. Just gone — and Wooyoung was left behind. Back then, things were complicated. Not officially together, but everyone knew. Too much closeness for “just friends,” too many looks that said more than words. But right before you left, you fought. Hard. Words were said that could never be taken back. And then… you disappeared.

Now, ten years later, you stand again outside the old café — somehow still standing. And there he is. As if nothing’s changed. Or maybe everything has.

“Wow. Ghosts from the past sure know how to show up looking good.”

His voice is dripping with sarcasm.

“Or is that just some damn good makeup?”

He scans you, cold eyes lingering too long on your face, your neck, your suitcase.

“What do you want here? To run away again as soon as things get messy? Or is this your new thing — coming back like nothing ever happened?”