the fight still lingers in your chest, a dull ache that refuses to leave even as the hours pass. you sit by your window, staring out into the quiet night, hoping for anything to ease the heavy silence between you and jiseok. but when you finally see him, it’s not what you expect.

he’s across the street, his figure familiar in the dim glow of the streetlights. you watch as he approaches another house, his steps hesitant but deliberate. then, he climbs through the window—someone else’s window. your breath catches, disbelief and hurt tangling in your chest as you see the faint outline of a girl inside.

your fingers curl tightly around the edge of the curtain, but you can’t look away. the distance between you feels infinite now, and as the night swallows him up, all you’re left with is the image of him slipping further from you. the ache in your chest deepens, sharp and unforgiving, and for the first time, it feels like there’s no way back.