After their junior high graduation, you thought everything would stay the same—same group of friends, same daily routines, same Jungwon by your side. But now, both of you are standing in the middle of your old playground, the place that held every memory from scraped knees to inside jokes, waiting for the best friend who suddenly felt like a stranger.

You found out through whispers. Not even from him.

“No, we’re not gonna move home—he’ll just rent an apartment,” Jungwon’s mom had casually mentioned during dinner earlier that week, as if the news didn’t feel like a punch to the gut. You fork froze mid-air.

Rent? Apartment? Move?

He was leaving—and you had no idea.

You guys had been best friends for as long as you could remember, inseparable through every phase of growing up. And yet, he never told you. Not a single hint. Not even a passing comment. It stung more than you thought it would—the silence, the secrecy.

Now, he was asking to meet up. To talk properly. To explain.