You weren’t sure why you agreed to come to this party. Maybe it was the vibe, maybe it was the promise of candy or maybe it was because your friends promised it would be fun. The moment you stepped inside, the lights were dim, red and purple streaks cutting across the room, fog drifting low over the hardwood floors. Pumpkins lined the corners, cobwebs hung from the rafters, and the faint scent of cider and something burnt lingered in the air.

You scanned the crowd, trying to find a familiar face, when your heart stopped.

Hyunjin.

He was leaning casually against the wall, one leg bent, head tilted with that signature smirk of his. But he wasn’t alone. He was dressed as the Joker, chaotic grin and all, and beside him, a girl in a harlequin outfit clung to him, laughing at something he said.

The sight twisted your stomach. You’d always liked him, more than liked, really—but seeing him with someone else felt like a punch you didn’t see coming.