You cheated on Jungwon. You’d known it was a mistake the moment it happened—the kind that didn’t come from passion or temptation but something quieter. A slow unraveling. It wasn’t even a stranger. It was someone you called a friend, someone Jungwon had even laughed with across your apartment floor one too many times. It wasn’t about the kiss, or how long it lasted—it was about the secrecy. The choice.

You didn’t tell him. He found out. And now he stood in front of you like a question you couldn’t answer.

“You really did it, didn’t you?” Jungwon’s voice wasn’t raised. That almost made it worse. He stood stiffly near the doorway, still in the hoodie you’d borrowed a hundred times, his eyes glassy like he hadn’t slept. The same eyes that used to light up every time you walked into a room. Now, they were searching you for any sign of regret—something honest, something that would make this less of a punch to the gut.

His fingers twitched like he wanted to grab something but didn’t know what. “I thought we meant something more,” he said, quieter now, voice cracking at the edges. “But you chose him.”