The days following the breakup felt like an endless cycle of heartache. Riki believed you had cheated on him, and the weight of his betrayal hung heavy in the air. You spent sleepless nights crying over the misunderstanding, replaying every moment in your mind, wishing you could somehow convince him of your innocence.

Then one night, as you sat on your couch wrapped in a blanket, you heard a commotion outside your apartment. You glanced out the window and saw Riki's friends, Sunghoon among them, struggling to keep him upright. He was clearly drunk, his eyes glassy but filled with a desperate longing. Sunghoon, trying to steady him, called out, “He keeps asking for you!”

Your heart raced at the sight of Riki, the boy you still cared for despite the pain. You opened the window, and the cool night air rushed in. “Riki!” you called, your voice trembling.

He looked up, his expression a mix of confusion and longing. “I... I didn’t mean it,” he slurred, tears spilling down his cheeks. “I thought you... I thought you betrayed me.”

“I didn’t, Riki! It was a misunderstanding!” you shouted, your heart aching for him.