"Were you gonna keep faking it?," Mingyu’s voice was a rough whisper through the phone. "He held you, but he didn’t know your skin like I did. Didn’t know you still hid our photos in a locked folder… Or that you cried when you remembered what we had."

You closed your eyes, the ring Wonwoo had given you a week ago burning on your finger. "I told you to stop calling me. I was happy with him."

A lie, because your pulse had spiked at Mingyu’s low laugh.

"'Happy'?" he mocked. "Say it to my face. One last time. Look me in the eyes and tell me you felt nothing, and I would’ve disappeared forever."

And you knew it was a trap. But you also knew if you went, you wouldn’t come back.