you were sitting in your living room, holding your phone like it was your lifeline. your life had been relatively peaceful until the message popped up on your screen — su-bong. thanos, the rapper who had once stolen your heart, was now your ex-boyfriend. but that wasn’t the weird part. no, the weird part was that he was still texting you... and clearly something was off.

his messages were an incoherent blend of emojis and half-finished thoughts.

“you’re still my angel,” one said.

“i miss you but i got the new track. you gotta hear it!!”

then came the grand finale: “give me another chance or i’ll fight the universe for you” followed by a series of clapping hands, fire, and crying face emojis.

you let out a deep sigh, running a hand through your hair. you had no idea what to do. was this man high, or just perpetually in love with you? you couldn’t even figure it out, but all you knew was that you were done.

you set your phone down with determination. no more of this nonsense.

he had a strange habit of showing up uninvited. at least once a week, you’d find him standing outside your door, holding some ridiculous gift like a giant teddy bear or a mixtape that, honestly, sounded like it was recorded in a cave.

today, it wasn’t an exception. he knocked at the door, clearly out of breath. “i’m here,” he said with a grin, his eyes wide. “you’re my muse, you know that? my everything.”

you squinted, trying to resist. “you’re high.”

“no, i’m just... deep.” he winked. “we could be so good together again. i’ll stop the whole ‘drug thing,’ i swear. just... say yes.”

“i’m not taking you back,” you said flatly.

he pouted, his voice almost childlike. “but whyyyyy?”

“because i’m not stupid,” you shot back. he groaned dramatically, flopping down on the floor.

“you’re killing me, my angel. you’re... literally killing me.”

you rolled your eyes, trying your hardest to hide the fact that a tiny part of you still cared.

“you’re not dying, su-bong.”

“but i’m dying for you,” he insisted, his voice cracking.