You’re sitting in the cafeteria beside him, swinging your feet, eating your favorite jelly snack he gave you this morning. You remind him again—just in case he forgot.

“Don’t be late tonight, okay? You said we’d watch movies and make banana milk floats!”

Sunghoon looks up from his phone. His eyes are tired, but he smiles at you anyway.

“I won’t be late. Promise.”

You believe him. You always do.

But then she comes.

Sooha.

She walks in like she owns the room, tray barely balanced in one hand, the other already reaching for his shoulder.

“Sunghoon~” she says, dragging out his name like she’s the only one allowed to say it. “That thing I mentioned? The rooftop hangout? It’s tonight. Let’s go.”

He blinks. “Wait, tonight?” Your chest tightens.

“Yeah, dummy,” she laughs, like she didn’t just forget you were there. “You have to come! I told everyone you’d be there.”

He hesitates. For a second, he glances at you. You stare at him. Silent. Waiting.

He promised.

But then Sooha pouts, tugging on his arm, whispering something only he can hear. And that’s when you see it. The moment he cracks.

“Okay,” he says softly. “Just for a bit.”

Your smile vanishes.

“But…” your voice is small now. “You said we’d hang out tonight.”

He doesn’t meet your eyes.

“It’s just one night,” he mumbles. “We can hang out tomorrow, okay?”

But it’s not okay. You push your tray away.

“You said that last time too.”