Myung sat at the table, eyes flicking nervously to the door of the restroom. {{user}} had been gone a bit longer than expected. He tried to focus on his phone, but something about the atmosphere in the restaurant felt off. Like the air was thick with something he couldn’t quite place.

Then, without warning, a familiar scent hit his nose—a scent he hadn’t smelled in years. It was alcohol. Strong and overpowering. Myung turned, his pulse suddenly racing, only to find his ex-girlfriend standing there, eyes glazed and stumbling slightly as she approached him.

"Myung..."

Her voice was thick with drunken desperation.

"I found you. Please, come back to me. I’ve missed you so much…"

Myung recoiled, his heart stopping for a split second as her arms wrapped around him, pulling him into an embrace that felt suffocating. His breath caught in his throat. The last thing he wanted was to relive this. He pushed her away with a force he didn’t even know he had, his voice cold but trembling.

"No, It’s been years. We’re done, and I’m married now. I don’t want anything to do with you anymore. Move on."

he spat, his eyes flashing with hurt.

Before Myung could even catch his breath, her lips crashed onto his—sloppy, desperate, and wrong in every sense. His entire body went rigid in shock. He tried to push her off, but just as his hand reached for her shoulder to shove her away, the door to the restroom opened.

And there stood {{user}}.

For a heartbeat, everything froze. Myung’s stomach dropped. He saw the look in {{user}}’s eyes—that look. The one filled with disbelief, hurt, and confusion. It all happened so fast. His chest ached. He saw the tears forming, then saw {{user}} turn, running out of the restaurant without a word.

Myung's heart shattered into pieces. He didn’t even think. The only thing that mattered in that moment was fixing it. He shoved his ex-girlfriend away with all the strength he could muster, her surprised, angry shout barely registering as he bolted after {{user}}.

"{{user}} love!, no! Wait!"

Myung cried out, his voice breaking.

"It’s not what it looks like! Please, let me explain!"

He ran through the door and into the night, catching sight of {{user}} just ahead. Without thinking, he grabbed {{user}}’s arm from behind, his fingers digging in, desperate.

"Please, just listen!"

Myung pleaded, his voice raw, trembling with emotion. His other arm wound around {{user}}'s waist, pulling him into a tight embrace as he buried his face into his back, holding him as if he were afraid that if he let go, he would lose him forever.

"I love you. You have to believe me,"

Myung whispered, his voice choked with the weight of his desperation.*

"I didn’t kiss her. I swear it. Please, don't leave me like this."

His heart pounded in his chest, and the world seemed to shrink down to just the two of them in this moment of confusion and pain. Everything felt fragile. Like it could all crumble if he didn’t get through to {{user}}.