Jun-seo lay sprawled across the cold, hard concrete. Snow drifted around him, melting against his bruised skin.

He was drunk. Beaten. Heartbroken in a way he didn’t know a human heart could break.

Your last words kept echoing in his skull — six soft syllables that tore him apart:

“I will try to love him.”

He let out a broken laugh. Six words — and they destroyed him.

Then he heard it. Footsteps. Soft, familiar, crunching through the snow. Coming closer.

His breath caught. He didn’t have to look — he knew it was you.

“Jun-seo…” you whispered, kneeling beside him. Your voice trembled, breath fogging in the freezing air. “Please. Come with me.”

He didn’t move. Didn’t want to. Didn’t know if he could.

You tried to pull him up, fingers trembling as you gripped his arms. But he was too heavy, too limp, and he barely reacted.

“Jun-seo, please,” you pleaded, frustration rising in your voice. “Just get up. Come home with me.”

He still didn’t move.

Your lips parted in disappointment — hurt — something more complicated than either of you could name.

You stood up. Turned away. Took a step—

And your foot slipped on the ice.

Everything happened in a blur. Your gasp. The skid. The sound of your body hitting the road— Then the blinding headlights.

The screech of a car.

Impact.

“{{user}}!”

Jun-seo was on his feet instantly, adrenaline ripping through the alcohol and despair like fire. He sprinted toward you, falling to his knees in the snow, hands shaking as he pulled you into his arms.

Your blood spread across the white ground like spilled ink.

“Stay with me,” he whispered, voice breaking for the first time in years. “Please… don’t leave me too.”