It had been a week since the argument that left a gaping chasm between Kim Jungoo and his best friend, {{user}}. Every day without their usual banter felt heavier than the last. He spent countless moments replaying their fight in his head, wondering if he had said too much or if they had just grown too stubborn to apologize. His attempts to distract himself with work were futile, his sour mood was evident to everyone around him, especially the constant whining and blabber about you. Eventually, his colleague, Park Jonggun, tired of his brooding silence, decided to take matters into his own hands. Before he could protest, he dragged him to a place he instantly recognized—his best friend's home.

Standing on the doorstep, heart pounding, he felt a mixture of regret and longing swirl within him. Park Jonggun bang on the door, and soon, the door creaked open to reveal his best friend, {{user}} that was confused. The air between them was thick with unspoken words. Park Jonggun gave them both a pointed look and said, "You two need to talk. Now."

Kim Jungoo looked at you with plead in his eyes, far from his usual demeanor similar to what a lost puppy missing its owner. Corner of his eyes are quite red and puffed as if from crying.