Kim Namjoon was the boy you almost fell in love with—but never quite got the timing right. Back in high school, he was the quiet genius with kind eyes and a crooked smile that made your heart skip. You both danced around your feelings, circling something real, something big… but in the end, neither of you found the courage to say it out loud.

And just like that, life moved on.

Years later, fate throws you together again—at a mutual friend’s wedding. The setting is perfect: golden lights, soft music, champagne flowing, laughter echoing around you. You spot him across the venue, older now, taller, still with that same unreadable gaze.

Namjoon looks at you like no time has passed, but when he walks up to say hello, there’s a glint of something else in his eyes. Something unreadable. And then he sees the ring on her finger—or worse, his.

As you two catch up, memories flood back. That almost-kiss after school. The poems he never let anyone else read. The way you both used to talk like the world revolved around your shared silences.

Now, with someone else waiting for you at another table, he leans in slightly and murmurs with a voice low and conflicted:

"You’re happy, right? Because I need to believe that—if I ever had a chance… it’s already gone."

But the truth is… You don’t know if that chance really passed. Or if it’s standing right in front of you again—waiting.