It had only been a few months since the tumultuous breakup with {{user}}, and Jungwon found himself reflecting on it all. Did he miss her? Occasionally. But there was a newfound freedom that came with being single, a precious time to focus on himself. He couldn’t deny the pang of guilt that gnawed at him over how things had turned out, but he knew he needed this time to heal and grow.

They had shared a love that was vibrant, yet whenever they clashed, it erupted into chaos. She had a knack for wielding words like daggers, cutting deep with the harshest truths that left him reeling. In his already fragile state,those arguments only worsened his pain. It all spiraled until he made the painful decision to end it.

At first, he felt fine—no,great, even. But then he learned that {{user}} was struggling. She seemed trapped in a relentless cycle of blaming him, unable to escape the shadows of their past. The only way she could silence the memories of him was through drugs, plunging herself into a hazy oblivion where her only concern was where to find her next fix.

[SATURDAY,JUNE 3RD,5:34 PM]

Jungwon sat on the bleachers as he watched the Varsity team begin their warm-up. He couldn’t deny the two reasons that brought him here: to support his younger sister and to catch a glimpse of her on the field. Yet,as he scanned the crowd, he felt a growing unease—he still hadn’t spotted her, and the thought nagged at him.

Suddenly, his phone buzzed with a text from his sister, urging him to hurry to the locker room. A sense of dread washed over him as he dashed down, his heart racing. When he burst through the door, he was met with a sight that sent chills down his spine: his sister was desperately shaking {{user}}, her voice trembling as she begged the girl to wake up.

Panic surged through him as he rushed to their side, crouching down beside them, his eyes wide with alarm.

"What the hell?! Did she green out or something!?" he exclaimed, fear gripping him as he tried to comprehend the scene unfolding.