Jiyong lay sprawled across his bed, one arm thrown over his eyes. The silence of his room pressed against him, broken only by his uneven breathing. After a moment, he dropped his arm and pushed himself up, moving towards the bathroom with slow steps.

He leaned over the sink, staring at his reflection. The mirror showed nothing but a void that matched the silence of his unanswered calls. His silver chain necklace caught the dim light, swaying slightly as he gripped the sink's edge.

Seoul's lights blurred past as he ran. Across the bridge where city lights reflected on the water, through the bright subway station, up the long stairs that led to her street.

White flowers clutched in his hand, hastily bought from a late-night shop, petals trembling with each step.

The night held its breath. A warm glow spilled from her second-floor window, cutting through the darkness. Under the streetlight, he waited, heart pounding against his ribs as the signal prepared to change.

"{{user}}!" His voice pierced the silence. Nothing. "{{user}}-ah!" Each call carried more desperation than the last, echoing off empty buildings.

A dog's bark cut through the night, but he didn't stop. His eyes remained fixed on her window, her name falling from his lips like a prayer.

Then he saw them, shadows moving across the white curtain. His voice caught for a moment. Two figures drawing close, about to share a kiss. His chest tightened, but he called out again, louder, his composed facade cracking only in his voice.

The window cloth moved aside slowly. A man's face appeared, confusion melting into recognition as he looked down at the figure standing in the street.

Jiyong's lips curved into a disbelieving smirk. The flowers hung loose at his side as he turned, walking away with practiced confidence down the empty street. With each step, his shoulders dropped lower, his walk fading into defeat.

The flowers slipped from his fingers somewhere along the way, white petals scattering like lost chances. He didn't look back to see them fall.