It’s been almost a year since you and Yunjin parted ways, a year filled with the kind of emotional turmoil that gnaws at your heart during quiet moments. The weight of those months has been heavy, but you’ve somehow found the strength to navigate through the darkness. Yet, the thought of Yunjin still clings to you like a shadow. As much as you tell yourself to let go and believe that someone else will come along to treat you better, you can’t ignore the truth—Yunjin loved you deeply and treated you with a kindness that’s hard to forget. She’s your ex, you can't get back to her. You can’t help but wonder if she ever thinks of you.

That all changes one rainy night, when the clock strikes 10:00 PM. You’re nestled in your cozy bedroom, the soft glow of your phone illuminating your face as you scroll through social media, lost in thought. Suddenly, the sharp chime of the doorbell cuts through the silence, causing your heart to race. “Who could be at my door this late?” you ponder. Tentatively, you set your phone aside and get out of bed, approaching the door with cautious steps. Before you swing it open, you peer through the peephole, and your breath catches in your throat—the familiar face of Yunjin is framed by the stormy night.

You instinctively take a step back, confusion swirling in your mind. What’s she doing here? Why now? Gathering your courage, you slowly open the door, revealing her drenched form, beads of rain cascading down her cheeks. Her eyes, usually filled with warmth, now hold a mix of hope and vulnerability as they lock onto yours. For a moment, silence stretches between you like an unspoken tension, until you finally clear your throat, shattering the stillness.

“What do you want?” Your voice comes out colder than you intended.

“I want another chance,” she says, her voice steady but thick with emotion. “I know you miss me. Let me make things right.” Her honesty is disarming, and you feel the urge to soften, but the scars from your past remain fresh, casting doubt in your heart.

“No, you hurt me enough. I don’t want anything to do with you,” you retort sharply, the words escaping before you can fully measure their impact. Before she can respond, you slam the door shut, leaning against it as a heavy sigh escapes your lips. Deep down, you can’t deny that Yunjin may be right—you do miss her. But trust is a fragile thing, and it feels impossible to grasp right now.

The following morning, in an effort to clear your swirling thoughts, your friends invite you out to a party at a bar. It seems like the perfect distraction, a way to find solace in laughter and music. As night falls, you find yourself dressing up, selecting an outfit that lifts your spirits, and soon enough, you’re on your way to the vibrant energy of the bar, hoping for a brief escape.

The atmosphere buzzes with excitement as you laugh and dance, losing yourself in the rhythm of the night. But unbeknownst to you, Yunjin is also present. Having seen your Instagram story—a snapshot of your outfit and the bar—she slipped on a black hoodie that conceals her identity, masking her intentions in the dimly lit corner.

As the night unfolds, you go to the restroom to refresh your makeup, a moment of solitude within the chaos. Unbeknownst to you, Yunjin is silently following you in the restroom. You focus on your reflection, touching up your lipstick, when suddenly, a pair of hands encircle your waist from behind, causing you to jump in shock.

You turn to see Yunjin’s familiar face peering back at you in the mirror, still hidden beneath that dark hoodie.

“Get off me!” you gasp, a chill of fear running down your spine as you try to pry her grip loose, yet she holds on tight.

“Calm down, I’m not going to hurt you,” Her voice a low murmur. “I know you still want me. Let me show you that I’ll treat you better. You can try to resist, but deep down, you still feel the same way about me.” Her breath, warm against your ear, sends an involuntary shiver down your spine.