She sits on the floor, legs wide, camera in hand, looking at herself in the mirror like she doesn’t know you’re there. But she does. She always does.

Jisoo doesn’t say much when she misses you. She just sends a photo like this — the ones where she looks a little too perfect, a little too casual, like she’s trying to act like it’s no big deal.

But you know better.

You play 505 in the background, quietly, like a secret. Because that’s what she feels like lately — a secret aching under your skin.

“I’d probably still adore you with your hands around my neck…”

You text her. “Where are you?”

She replies with one word: “Waiting.”

You want to say waiting where?, but you already know.

505 isn’t a place. It’s a person. And tonight, it’s her.