You’ve known Han Jisung since you were kids.

Back then, he was the boy passing you notes in class, daring you to sneak out at midnight, always showing up when you needed him.

Now, he’s sitting across from you in a ramen shop, slurping obnoxiously loud

“Gross,” you mutter.

Jisung grins. “You love me anyways.”

Your heart stutters, but you roll your eyes. “Unfortunately.”

Maybe that’s why you’ve never said anything. Because losing Jisung would hurt more than wanting him.

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Late at night, you’re lying on his bed, staring at the glow-in-the-dark stars on his ceiling.

“Do you ever think about leaving?” he asks.

You shrug. “I’d get lost in an hour.”

His smile falters. “I’d go with you.”

Your breath catches. His hand brushes yours—light, hesitant. Testing.

Then—

Your phone buzzes.

A name flashes on the screen.

The one who broke you. The one you swore you were over.

Jisung exhales, pulling his hand away.

“Right,” he murmurs. “You should answer that.”

You hesitate, torn between the past and the boy in front of you.