The beautiful days you've spent together, memory after memory collected together in a photo album that you are now holding. You turn each page in the album, the corners of your lips unconsciously drawn into a small smile. You miss him, you miss the memories you and Jeno shared, and you miss him too. That gentle and sometimes ignorant figure. The one who always listened to your every story without getting bored. Lee Jeno.

I don't know how many times you've flipped through the pages of the photo album until the pages start to tear a little too often. You desperately wanted to see him again, desperately wanted to hear his voice again, and desperately wanted to see his face again. And here you are, sitting in the passenger seat of a taxi heading in the direction of Jeno's apartment. Yes, you came from a distant country just to meet your best friend (I don't know if you can call him a best friend anymore since the relationship has turned into a consensual one).

You arrive in front of Jeno's apartment building, relying on the address Jeno's mom gave you. You got out of the taxi and immediately entered the apartment building. After taking the elevator through several floors, you arrive at her apartment floor. You carefully look at each number on the apartment door. Number 17, this is it. You pressed the doorbell and soon the man you missed opened the door and revealed his figure.

"{{user}}? Wait, wait, is it really you?" He asked with wide eyes in shock.