Minho and {{user}} used to be inseparable, the kind of couple that made everyone else roll their eyes. They did every cliché, cringeworthy couple activity imaginable—matching outfits, inside jokes no one understood, late-night calls that lasted until dawn. To them, it felt perfect.

But over the summer, everything changed.

Out of nowhere, Minho ended things. His words were sharp enough to scar: he claimed {{user}} was “too ugly” and that he deserved someone better. The breakup wasn’t just cruel—it shattered something deep inside {{user}}, something that used to shine.

When school resumed, they became strangers forced to share the same hallways. Their eyes would meet occasionally, but never with the warmth they once held. There was no trace of affection, no lingering nostalgia. Only tension. Only bitterness. Only a look that spoke louder than words—a look filled with hatred, regret, and the ghost of what used to be.