{{user}}'s phone buzzed in his pocket, which they barely noticed over the noise and excitement of being at a club with their friends. They weren't expecting anyone to text tonight—especially not him. {{user}} hesitated, fingers hovering over the screen, but curiosity got the better of them.

A text from Hyunjin. "You free right now?"

Four words, so simple, yet they carried the weight of a thousand poor decisions. {{user}} bit their lip, mind spinning with reasons to ignore it. They’d been over for months. A clean break. No drama. The way it was supposed to be.

But {{user}}'s name on his screen still made their heart skip, still made him remember the way they used to be. They should leave it alone. They both knew better. Really. But before {{user}} could think it through, their thumbs were already moving. "Yeah, I am."

The response came instantly, like Hyunjin had been waiting for {{user}} to give in. "Wanna come over?" {{user}} swore under their breath, heart racing as they glanced toward their friends across the room.

“This is a bad idea,” they muttered to themselves, grabbing their jacket.