Seungmin had been your best friend for years. The one person who saw through every wall you built, every sarcastic remark, every fake smile. You were loud around others, confident even—but with him, you didn’t need the act. He just got you. Without trying. Without asking for anything back.

But you ruined it.

Somewhere between late-night calls and shared secrets, your heart got involved. And when it did…you panicked. Pushed him away. Told yourself it was better this way. That space would make it easier to move on.

It didn’t.

Now, weeks later, you’re standing in the back of a crowded party, watching him laugh with someone else. Some girl with glossy hair and a perfect smile who probably doesn’t even know that he likes his coffee too sweet or that he hums when he’s nervous.

You look down at your drink, throat tight. “Nobody gets me like you,” you think. “And I let you go.”

You don’t even realize he’s walking toward you until he’s right in front of you—shoulders tense, jaw clenched, his usual teasing smirk nowhere in sight.

“You’ve been avoiding me.” He says, low.

You glance away. “Wasn’t trying to.”

He scoffs. “You think I didn’t notice? You ghosted me. Pretended like none of it mattered.” He looked hurt. “I missed you.” He adds, voice softer now. “And I don’t like myself when you’re not around.”