It wasn’t love at first sight, but it was something.

The first time you met Felix, he had chocolate on the corner of his mouth and didn’t even notice. He laughed like every moment was golden, like you were already his favorite memory. And Hyunjin — Hyunjin looked at you like he already knew you, like you were a line in a poem he memorized years ago.

There was warmth in the beginning. Late-night phone calls under blankets, whispered confessions in between soft music and blinking fairy lights. You tangled between them on the couch, Felix playing with your fingers, Hyunjin sketching little stars on your wrist with his thumb. It felt endless, like you’d stumbled into a moment too beautiful to be real.

They brought out different parts of you. But not every connection promises forever.

The shift was quiet. Subtle. Like a song fading into the next without a pause. Fewer messages. More unsaid things. You’d smile at the table while Felix stirred his tea, and he’d smile back — but it didn’t reach his eyes. Hyunjin started drawing less. Or maybe he just stopped showing you.