You’d memorized every line of Sunghoon’s face—the way his lips curved when he smiled, the soft furrow of his brow when he was focused. You thought you knew him better than anyone.

But that was before the scandal. Before blurry photos of him leaving some late-night party lit up the internet, sparking rumors and wild accusations. Before his company released a stiff statement calling you “just a friend.”

And definitely before he ghosted you.

Now it had been three weeks since you’d heard his voice. Three weeks of your calls going to voicemail, your texts sitting unread.

You stood outside the company building, arms wrapped around yourself as trainees bustled past. Just when you were about to give up and leave, the glass door swung open—and there he was. Sunghoon. Looking tired, thinner somehow, eyes guarded as they landed on you.

“…Why are you here?” His voice was quiet, almost pained.