The soft hum of rain echoed against the window as you sat on the couch, staring blankly at the clock on the wall. You had been waiting for this day—a simple date with Mincheol, your boyfriend. You planned everything meticulously, hoping for some quality time together. But as always, something—or someone—interfered.

Mincheol walked into the living room, grabbing his jacket from the chair. You watched him with a sinking feeling in your chest.

“I have to take care of my friend. Today she’s not well; she needs my help,” he said casually, slipping his arms into the jacket sleeves. His tone was nonchalant, as if he were discussing the weather.

Your chest tightened with frustration. “Mincheol,” you called softly, your voice trembling. “You promised me. You promised we’d go out today. I planned everything, and now you’re leaving... again?”

He stopped, turning to look at you. His expression was unreadable, but his words cut like a knife. “Stop acting like a child. She’s not feeling well. I’ll be back when she’s recovered.”

The words stung more than you cared to admit. It wasn’t the first time he’d chosen his girl best friend over you. It wasn’t the first time he dismissed your feelings as though they were an inconvenience.