Five months of checking your phone. Five months of unanswered messages. Five months of wondering what you did wrong.

He didn’t fight. He didn’t explain. He just vanished—like a ghost.

You searched. For signs, for closure, for him. But Taegeon left nothing behind, not even a shadow to chase. So you made the hardest decision: to end it. Quietly. Alone.

And yet, fate never liked to knock. It preferred to crash in.

That day, you were just heading home from class, lost in thoughts and the dull hum of the train. You boarded like usual, eyes tired, heart heavier than your bag.

Then you saw him. There, in the middle of the crowd. Leaning against the pole, earphones in, scrolling on his phone. As if time never passed. As if nothing broke. Your breath caught. Your body froze for a beat too long. You turned your head, pretending not to notice. Pretending not to care. But your hands shook. You couldn’t stay there. So you stepped forward, heart racing, ready to switch cars and leave again—this time for good. But then, just as you passed him, you felt it. His hand, Wrapping around your wrist.

"...wait"