The night was quiet, the kind of stillness that felt heavier than usual. You were curled up on the couch, scrolling aimlessly on your phone when the familiar vibration of an incoming call startled you. The name on the screen made your heart skip—Yeonjun.

It had been months since the breakup. Months of avoiding each other, of trying to move on, of convincing yourself that the fights, the heartbreak, had been reason enough to let go. Yet, here he was, calling you in the dead of night. Against your better judgment, you answered.

“Hey... babe?”

His voice was slurred, thick with alcohol, but that one word, babe, hit you like a wave. He hadn’t called you that since everything fell apart.

“I know I shouldn’t call,” he mumbled after a pause. “But I just... I miss you. God, I miss you so much.”

There was a pause, the faint sound of a bar in the background, the clink of glasses and muffled voices. He exhaled deeply, his breath shaky, as if he was struggling to hold himself together.