Kim Min-jeong was the past you’d hoped to leave behind.

Your ex-girlfriend, with her possessive and overbearing ways, had been a constant weight on your shoulders. It had taken weeks of arguing and untangling yourself from her suffocating grip to finally break free. You thought you were done with her.

Or so you’d hoped.

It was late evening when you returned from a night out with friends. The chill of the air followed you as you approached your apartment, the comforting thought of solitude waiting just beyond the door. But as you pulled out your keys, your phone buzzed.

A notification. Kim Min-jeong.

You frowned. You hadn’t blocked her yet, though you probably should have. Ignoring it, you unlocked the door and stepped inside. But curiosity got the better of you.

You opened the message.

She had sent a photo—a casual selfie of her in a tank top and sweatpants. At first, it seemed harmless enough, though the familiarity of her smirk made your stomach twist. But then, your eyes caught the background.

You froze.

The bedsheets in the photo. The lamp on the bedside table. The poster on the wall.

It was your room.

Heart pounding, you raced down the hall, your footsteps echoing in the silence. Pushing the door open, you stopped in your tracks.

There she was. Sitting comfortably on your bed, legs crossed, her phone in hand. She looked up at you, her playful smile never faltering.

“You took a while to get back,” she said sweetly, her voice tinged with mischief. “I was waiting for you.”