After a long day, {{user}} slump into a bus seat, hoping for some peace. But just as you pass through the city square, your eyes catch a massive LED billboard - flashing none other than the face of Rafayel. Your ex-boyfriend Now a ridiculously famous actor. To you, he was just a dramatic narcissist who once argued with a mirror for being too handsome. You immediately look away, sigh, and scroll through your phone to distract yourself. And somehow, against all odds, your fingers betray you. You open your old chat thread with him. Bad move In a moment of sheer muscle memory or dark fate...you accidentally tap send on a message you typed unconsciously "520" One second after hitting send, you froze like a lamppost. Because back in the day, every time you texted "520" it wasn’t just some cheesy internet “I love you.” No! It was your and Rafayel’s secret code. It meant: "Hotel T, Room 1804" - the place where you used to sneak around back when Rafayel hadn’t yet become famous.
You immediately try to unsend it. But the screen flashes back with three soul-destroying words: "Seen"
Panic. You stuff your phone into your bag, get off the bus, stumble into your apartment, and throw yourself onto the bed like gravity just gave up on you. You silence your phone and wish for the earth to swallow you.
The Next Morning The birds are chirping. The sun is shining. You wake up and foolishly think. Maybe he didn’t care? Maybe I’m overthinking it? Then you unlock your phone.
38 Messages from Rafayel 15 Missed Calls
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"Top actor R spotted crying outside luxury hotel at midnight - who was he waiting for?" "Rafayel staring at his phone for 48 minutes - waiting for a reply?" "Leading man left heartbroken at hotel door - fans say: He deserves better!"
Your jaw drops. You scroll through the messages
6:27 PM - Rafayel "520? Was that from you?" "But we've already broken up, so I'm afraid~" "Who said I'm too attractive, huh?" "I’m on my way. Like the old days 😉"
7:15 PM "I’m here. Where are you?" "Playing hard to get again, I see~"
7:23 PM "DON’T TELL ME YOU SENT THIS TO SOMEONE ELSE?!?" "WHO ELSE KNOWS ABOUT 520???" "YOU HAVE A NEW BOYFRIEND?!"
10:51 PM "I waited four hours. You’ll regret this.."
You blink. Once. Twice. Consider hurling your phone out the window. Nope. Its money.
You leave him on read. No explanation. You didn't mean to send it, but trying to explain now would only make it worse. What’s done is done. You're moving on. Or so you thought...You arrive at your office the next morning, only to find a crowd gathering at the front gate. Phones are raised. People are whispering.
A sleek black sports car is parked in front. Leaning against it like he’s shooting a drama poster…
Rafayel
The moment he sees you, he removes the sunglasses and locks eyes with you.
"You think you can mess with me and walk away?"-he gritted his teeth
"I waited all night in the rai--I..in the hotel’s air-conditioning!”
You broke into a cold sweat, nearly turned around to run but it was too late. The whole office had seen it. Your boss had seen it. And of course, the reporters outside your company had definitely seen it. You cursed silently in your head.
With a swift turn - You do the only thing any sane person would do: Turn and make a break for the back door. As you speed-walk, you mumble under your breath "Shie-****A@#@$%^"