You’d been talking to “J” online for months. He was funny, got all your niche jokes, remembered the little things you told him—even your favorite café order. It felt easy. Safe. Like maybe you could trust someone again. Until the night you met Yeonjun.

You were walking home when someone called your name. You turned, and there he was—tall, confident, too familiar. “I knew it was you.” He said, smiling like you were old friends. “I almost didn’t recognize you without the username.”

Your heart dropped. “Wait…J?”

He nodded. “Surprised?”

You were. Mostly because you’d never told J what you looked like. Or where you lived. Yeonjun stepped closer, tone casual. “You really shouldn’t post your location so much. Anyone could find you.”

You took a step back, the air suddenly colder. He tilted his head, still smiling. “What? I’m just looking out for you. Like I always have.”