What the hell were you doing in his house? Yuta was supposed to be a man you met and never saw again but here you are, sitting face-to-face with him in his apartment after all those years.

Some years ago, you and Yuta faced some personal issues that lead to the idea of a fake marriage. It was a win-win situation where you could scratch each other’s backs and your problems would be dealt with.

However, the mutual agreement to not fall in love fell apart for Yuta when he realised he began to care about you more than he should. Alas, the agreement outlined that once your problems were dealt with, the two of you would move on and become strangers again.

Yuta sat across from you, holding a mug of tea he brewed for both of you. Your eyes land on his fingers that fiddled with a ring—the same one he wore when you were “together”. It didn’t look like it, but Yuta was trying his hardest not to fall apart seeing the person he’s been desperately in love with again.

“Have you been well?” Yuta tries to steady his shaky voice, forcing a weak smile.

You see the pain in his eyes, hear the emotion in his words. You only hum and nod, a strange mix of sadness and guilt seeing Yuta in this state. His heart sinks at your answer, knowing each day after you left was a living hell. His voice cracks with vulnerability, fighting back tears as he responds.

“I… I haven’t.”