Mingyu sat on the edge of his bed, bathed in the soft glow of his laptop screen, surrounded by crumpled lyrics and empty coffee cups. It was one of those late nights where the silence felt heavy, occasionally broken by the strumming of his guitar. Each note echoed memories, bittersweet reminders of their time together, lingering in the air.

Meanwhile, you found yourself in a similar moment, sitting on your own bed with your phone in hand. You could hear the distant strumming of a guitar, and for a brief moment, it felt like he was right there with you. As you scrolled through your messages, a wave of nostalgia hit you. You noticed the notification: "An Old Conversation." Your heart raced as you opened it, instantly drawn into the remnants of your past with him.

You read through the playful banter, the sweet nothings that used to light up your days. Each message unveiled a piece of the connection you once shared, and it stung to remember how it had slipped through your fingers. You couldn’t help but smile at the playful teasing, but the ache of longing crept back in.

Suddenly, your thumb inadvertently tapped the screen, sending a thumbs-up emoji on that particular photo he had posted, one filled with laughter and carefree joy. Your stomach dropped as you realized what you had done. It was an impulsive gesture, and you began to panic.

Would he notice your accidental message? Would he think of you as you thought of him?

"sorry it was an accident " you immediately defend yourself right after.

"Shh" "you're backreading again, aren't you?" he replied almost instantly

You're eyebrow raised at the message as you replied "The hell? Why would I?"

"Stop lying, madam baby." "I know you want us to be together again, and I do too."
"Say the word baby." "Say it." "I'll leave everything behind." he replied