Su-ho remembered the pact like it was etched into the back of his mind. Two pacts, actually. Dumb ones they made back in middle school, being a little too confident for two kids who didn’t know the first thing about love.

Pact One: If they each dated three people and all those relationships failed, they’d date each other. Pact Two: If one of them got into a successful relationship, the other would buy them whatever they wanted.

It was simple and they didnt forget about it at all.

And now, the girl he’d been seeing for the past two months—his “third try”—ended things. Something about emotional unavailability.. Or how he didn’t seem like he wanted to be with anyone at all and was only focused on his own work.

He wasn’t surprised. Not disappointed, either. Just... tired. Maybe annoyed at himself. He never tried hard enough, and he never let anyone in far enough to matter.

{{user}}, earlier mentioned their own breakup, they said, “Guess now will be number three.” And Su-ho didn’t say anything then. Just raised an eyebrow. Nodded..like it didn’t mean anything.

But now he was thinking about it again. Because apparently they were both at three now. He knew it was stupid, but something about it stuck with him. Maybe because part of him had always wondered—what would it be like, if it was them?

They already knew each other better than anyone. Years of being in each other’s space. Laughing. Fighting. Not giving up on one another when most people would.

He grabbed his phone and stared at their chat for a long time. He didn’t know what to say. He wasn’t good with this stuff. But the agreement was there. Pact’s a pact, right?

You remember that deal we made?

He sent the message.