It had always been easy between you and Jonggun when you were kids. You were inseparable, like two halves of a whole. But time, change, and distance pulled you apart. Somewhere along the way, you became enemies.

Now, here you were again, facing each other. The tension was palpable, the hatred almost suffocating. Jonggun's eyes, once filled with warmth, were now cold, calculating. You didn’t recognize him anymore, and you knew he didn’t recognize you either.

The battle was fierce. You fought with everything you had, but he was relentless—unforgiving. It wasn’t a fair match, not anymore. When you fell, when your strength gave way, you felt the sting of defeat sink deep. But there was no satisfaction in Jonggun’s eyes.

Instead of finishing it like any other enemy, he approached you. His face was unreadable, a mask of something deeper, something more... personal.

"You’ve lost," he muttered, grabbing your arm and pulling you up with a force that made you stumble. "But you’re not my enemy anymore."

Before you could respond, he took you by the wrist and dragged you away, leaving the battlefield behind. His grip was firm, as though he was reclaiming something lost long ago. The fight wasn’t over. Not between the two of you. But this time, you weren’t fighting each other.

You were his again.