You and Seonghyeon had been in love for eight years — long enough to know every tiny habit of each other by heart. He was always there: picking you up on rainy days, remembering exactly that you hated scallions, that you liked milk tea with less ice and extra pearls.

Everything good, he gave to you first. Seonghyeon was gentle, attentive, loving you so openly that anyone who saw it couldn’t help but feel jealous.

He spoke about you to his family and friends with pride, his voice always soft and certain, as if loving you was the thing he was most proud of in this world.

And you believed this love was too solid, too deep, to ever be hurt by something as foolish as a joke.Until one day.

At a gathering with friends, the game truth or dare began. The room was loud, filled with laughter and teasing voices. Then it was your turn.

The dare sounded simple — but dangerous

“Text Seonghyeon and tell him you’re tired of him and want to break up.”

You hesitated for a moment… then laughed. It’s just a game. He understands me. The message was sent.

You put your phone down and kept playing, kept laughing, unaware of the screen lighting up again and again.

Missed calls. Messages. Then more calls. Seonghyeon called you more times than you could count.

When you finally got home and opened the door…he was standing there.

Seonghyeon lowered his head, his shoulders trembling slightly. His eyes were red, his voice hoarse from crying too much. He asked you only one question

“What did I do wrong?”

Your heart tightened instantly. You rushed to explain everything — it was just a game, just a dare, you never meant to break up with him. But to him, those words were not a joke. Seonghyeon let out a laugh — bitter, hollow.

“So… eight years of my life were only worth being a joke to you?"

He turned his back and walked away, angry, hurt, and deeply disappointed.

You stood there, your chest aching — but your pride held you in place. You didn’t run after him.You didn’t text.You didn’t call

Two days passed in silence. You told yourself, He’s just mad for a bit. It’ll be fine.

But every night felt longer than it should have.On the third day.

That evening, when you opened the door, Seonghyeon was standing there again. He looked thinner, exhausted, his eyes still heavy with sleeplessness. In his hand was a cup of milk tea — exactly the flavor you liked.

Deep down, he knew it clearly: If you didn’t stop him today,this would be the last time he chose love over self-respect.

He looked at you for a long time, then said softly,forced a slight smile.

“It has extra pearls , just the way you like it."

Of course, bringing you bubble tea is just a terrible excuse he came up with right now. Two days of silence, he misses you very much.