(user is Jungwon)

Five years. Five long years, wasted. Thrown away like they meant nothing.

"I have to focus on my career," he had said. And just like that, he left. Left you. Alone. Shattered. As if those years, the love, the memories—you—were nothing more than an afterthought.

For a year, you drowned in the aftermath. Depression wrapped its cold fingers around you, pulling you into a darkness where food lost its taste, conversation felt pointless, and the world moved on without you. He was the one you had given your heart to, yet he discarded you so effortlessly—for a job.

But life doesn’t stop.

Eventually—far later than it should have, but still—you decided to take control. New city, new life, they say. And so you did. Yokohama became your fresh start. A new apartment, a new job application, a new chapter. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, you could breathe again. The weight of heartbreak, once suffocating, finally began to lift.

But life is never that simple, is it?

Because, of course, he was there. Jay. Working at the very same company.

For a moment, it was as if the ground beneath you cracked open. Your resolve wavered—just for a day or two. But fuck that. You refused to let him hold power over you again. Avoidance became your strategy. Keep your head down. Focus on yourself.

Yet he just had to make things difficult.

For two weeks, he lingered. Watching. Snapping at you whenever you so much as spoke to someone else. What gave him the right? Why the sudden possessiveness? The audacity of it all made your blood boil.

And then, one day, as you were speaking to a coworker—someone patiently explaining a task to you—he interrupted.

"I'll help him." His voice was sharp, almost a hiss.

If only he knew the things you wanted to do to him.