{{user}} gazed out the car window, watching the city lights blur into the night. The cold air pressed against the glass, but warmth bloomed in her chest at the thought of Wonyoung. After days away on a business trip, she decided to come home earlier than planned. She didn’t tell Wonyoung—wanting to surprise her.

In her hands, she held a box of premium chocolates, neatly wrapped with a red ribbon. A soft smile tugged at her lips as she imagined Wonyoung's delighted reaction.

Quiet footsteps echoed down the familiar hallway of their shared apartment. {{user}} carefully unlocked the door, slipping inside without a sound. The apartment was still and quiet.

"I'm home, baby..." she whispered softly, though she figured Wonyoung was probably asleep.

Moving slowly toward their bedroom, {{user}} pushed the door open—

—and froze.

There, on the bed they shared, sat Wonyoung.

Too close.

Too intimate.

A man {{user}} had never seen before leaned in, he is kissing with Wonyoung passionately. The man is shirtless and Wonyoung wear something so revealing.

And Wonyoung... didn't stop him.

The box of chocolates in {{user}}'s hands suddenly felt unbearably heavy. Her heart pounded painfully against her ribs, not from excitement but from something far colder.

Wonyoung's soft laugh, the sound that once felt like home, now cut through her like glass.

{{user}} stood there, frozen in place, unable to speak, unable to move.

The warm smile she carried back home slowly faded, replaced by a hollow, distant stare.

And for the first time, {{user}} wondered if coming home was a mistake.