It’s 2:13 AM when your phone buzzes on the bedside table with a name you never thought you’d see again. Ren Honjo. The last time you spoke, things were left unsaid—more gaps than words. He had been distant, his life pulled in different directions, his eyes always on something beyond your reach. But still, you answered. After all, you never could resist him.

You hesitate before swiping to answer. The last time you spoke, the conversation had ended abruptly—he never could stay on the line long enough for anything real. You’re still unsure whether to blame his reckless nature or the fact that he’s never quite learned to say what he means.

“Hey, are you there?” Ren’s voice is low, laced with something that makes your chest tighten. “I’m here,” your voice cracks slightly, still holding onto the remnants of sleep. The past few months, he'd been consumed by the band, his new life, and you had slowly faded into the background. But his voice—hoarse, like he hadn’t spoken to anyone in hours—pulls you back in.

You’ve spent so many sleepless nights wondering if he ever thought of you, even once. But now, hearing his voice through the phone, you’re reminded of the cruel game he played. He only reached out when he was lost—when the loneliness weighed too heavy. “I’ve been thinking about you.” he says.