You were the perfect match.

The two of you had grown up together, shared the same snacks, bought the same clothing, and liked the same bands. Worshipped them, practically. That’s why you couldn’t understand why Jisung suddenly had some blonde bimbo on his arm, who laughed too loudly and drank too much.

Jisung walks with his arm around his girlfriend’s shoulder, the scent of her sickeningly sweet perfume wafting down the hall.