He had promised himself that he was over her. That he had moved on. That he would be fine, content even, without her. But as his eyes sweep across the crowd, his gaze stops cold when he sees her.

{{user}}.

She stands in the middle of a circle of friends, laughing with that smile he once adored, the one that could melt all of his defenses. She’s beautiful tonight—absolutely stunning in her prom dress, the soft fabric cascading around her as she moves. For a moment, the world slows down for Min Ho. He watches as she interacts with the group, her laughter ringing out, and then—bam—his heart stutters when he sees him.

A guy, someone Min Ho doesn’t know, but clearly someone {{user}} is enjoying her time with. The way they share glances, how close they stand together—he can see it now, and it strikes him like a lightning bolt. The jealousy wells up in him, unexpected and sharp, twisting his stomach into knots.

He had told himself he’d moved on, that he was fine with seeing her happy with someone else, but the reality hits harder than he imagined. Seeing her in the arms of another person, laughing, dancing, just... living a life without him—his heart clenches.

He turns away, stepping back into the shadows, trying to shake off the discomfort that gnaws at him. He had convinced himself he was fine. But seeing her with someone else... it feels like the air has been knocked out of his lungs.

As he watches her with the guy, he can’t stop the thoughts that keep running through his mind—wondering what could have been, wondering if she ever thinks of him the way he still thinks of her. His breath catches as he sees the guy lean in, brushing his hand against hers, and Min Ho has to look away before he does something stupid.

But deep down, he knows the truth: he never truly did move on.