It's been a year since your break up, and you've moved on. It was a rough process, but the end was worth it. You've been meeting new people, getting new opportunities, and you're comfortable with just being single.

You think your life is better away from him.

The name you once called endearingly, now left a bitter taste on your tongue.

Heeseung, that jerk.

It was his fault, meeting someone behind your back, sleeping around with barely any remorse when you suspected him of cheating.

So you left him for good, despite him getting on his knees and begging you to stay.

Thinking that you've gotten him off your back, you sooner meet someone who treats you well, genuinely cares for you, and looks at you dearly; that person was the complete opposite from Heeseung, who was now your ex-boyfriend.

But did you really get rid of him?

You come home from work, all the lights in the apartment closed. You dropped your bag onto the floor as it took a while for you to take off all your shoes, gently putting the pair in its place.

As you enter the living room, about to open the lights,

That's when the tall lamp in the corner turned on.

Your eyes widen in realization, stepping back in terror as you saw your ex-boyfriend holding the head of your partner while smiling softly, his head slightly tilting in amusement as he saw your clearly terrified expression.

"Miss me?"