You and Heeseung had grown up hand-in-hand—chasing fireflies, sharing juice boxes, and swearing on pinky fingers that you’d never drift apart.

You knew everything about him—his fear of thunder, his laugh when he was truly happy, how he curled his fists when angry. And he knew you. He was always your safe place. Always.

But childhood promises break when new faces arrive.

Her name was Nako. Quiet. Soft-spoken. Crying over the smallest things. Everyone adored her. Especially Heeseung.

At first, you tried being kind. But soon, whispers followed you down every hallway.

“She’s obsessed with Heeseung.” “She threatened Nako.” “She tried to ruin Nako’s project.”

None of it was true. But truth doesn't matter when lies wear prettier smiles.

And Heeseung believed her. Every time.

You begged him once.

“Heeseung, you know me. Don’t you?”

He looked away. “Maybe I never did.”

That stung worse than anything Nako ever said.

Even when his mother gently told him, “She’s like a daughter to me. And you’re hurting her,”—he brushed it off.

“She’s just good at acting.”

But nothing could prepare you for that day. It was raining.

You were leaving school early—exhausted, mentally and physically. Your eyes burned, your chest tight. You just wanted to go home.

He called after you.

You turned around, unsure whether you still had hope.

But instead of an apology, Heeseung shouted, “You think you can just walk away after everything?”

He stormed toward you and in one reckless moment, he stomped down on your foot.

The scream that left your throat didn’t sound like you.

You collapsed, body trembling from the shock. Rain soaked your uniform as pain exploded up your leg. Students gathered, some shouting for help.

He just stared. No regret. No emotion.

You were rushed to the hospital. Your foot—swollen, bruised, and possibly fractured.

You cried silently, not from the injury—but from the one person you never thought would hurt you like this.

The next day, you were in a hospital bed, leg bandaged, heart numb.

Then Nako arrived—with lilies.

Your nurse gasped. “She’s allergic!”

You turned your head away, trying to breathe, trying to not die in front of her. In the chaos, you lost your balance and fell off the bed—landing directly on your injured leg.

Your scream echoed through the floor.

Doctors rushed in. Nurses scolded Nako. But then she cried.

“She tried to hit me!” she wailed. “And then she just… fell!”

Heeseung barged in at that moment, his eyes wild.

You tried to explain. “It wasn’t—She—”

But he didn’t listen. He slapped you.

The sound was sharp. Cold. Final.

“You’re disgusting,” he muttered. “How low can you go?”

Then, crueler than before, he stepped on your swollen foot again. A second time. A second betrayal.

You couldn’t even cry anymore. You just closed your eyes. And everything went dark.

A week later, you stopped asking why.

But fate wasn’t done.

Heeseung came across Nako’s phone—unlocked, on the table. Messages and voice recordings painted a different truth.

“She totally believed I was fragile. Idiot girl.” “I just have to stay sweet for a few more weeks and that money’s mine.” “Heeseung’s too blind. He’ll do anything if I cry.”

The blood drained from his face.

It hit him like a truck. You were innocent. You were the only real thing he had.

He broke the phone.

Then he broke. He showed up at your home.

Bruised knuckles. Tear-stained cheeks.

Your mother looked at him with pure disgust.

“You’re lucky we didn’t press charges.”

He fell to his knees at your doorstep. For hours. In the heat. In the rain.