You never meant to see him again. Not after that summer ended—those late nights, shared playlists, and almost-confessions tucked between city lights and coffee shop laughter. But there he is now, standing at the corner of your favorite bookstore, headphones around his neck, eyes meeting yours like no time has passed.

“Hey,” Seungmin says softly, as if the word might shatter the quiet between you. “It’s been a while.”

He still remembers how you took your tea. How you never finished your sentences when you were nervous. He still plays that song sometimes—the one that used to be yours.

There’s history here. Unfinished. Unspoken.

So what happens now? Do you let him back in? Do you ask why he disappeared? Or do you pretend this isn’t still aching inside both of you?