!!based on the cdrama "dragon day, you're dead"!!

The sunlight that had seemed so warm just a moment ago now cut your eyes like a thousand blades. The air in the empty school corridor thickened and became heavy, pressing on your chest. You stood there, feeling the ground slipping away from under your feet, and the world that you had so carefully built over the past weeks was collapsing with a deafening roar.

You looked at him. At Riku. Your "tormentor", your... beloved. The one whose mockery had changed to rare smiles, whose orders had turned into requests, and whose cold touches had begun to burn your skin. You had given him everything - your dignity, your time, your heart. And all this time he had... played.

Your lips were still burning from the recent kiss. That same kiss that you had decided on out of desperation. You closed your eyes, remembering that rainstorm, your first real closeness, his wet hair stuck to his forehead, and the sincerity in his eyes that you thought had finally broken through the mask. You put all your pain, all your hope, all your love into that kiss, trying to break through your imaginary amnesia to him.

And he... he kissed you back, pretending to be confused, putting on a whole performance. And while you were sobbing on his chest, believing that he was about to remember, he was probably barely holding back his laughter.

Jaehee's words hung in the air, poisonous and relentless: "He never lost his memory. There was no accident. He just wanted to see how far you were willing to go for him."

And now he stood before you. His face, so beautiful and so deceitful, was distorted not with remorse, but... with rage. But not at himself. At Jaehee, who dared to reveal his cards.

“{{user}}, you misunderstood…” His voice was sharp, trying to take control of the situation, to reclaim the power that had just been taken from him.

His gaze, full of anger, was fixed on Jaehee, who stood at a distance, pale and clenched his fists, but did not look away. Riku had been caught red-handed, and his first reaction was not to try to justify himself to you, but to be angry at the one who had exposed him.

There was not a drop of warmth or regret in his justification. It was manipulation to the very end. An attempt to invalidate your pain, your shock, your betrayal, turning it all into a “misunderstanding”. As if it was possible to “misunderstand” months of calculated deception, weeks of feigned confusion, and a kiss that felt like the ultimate violation.

You flinched away from him, the last glimmer of hope in your eyes finally fading. Now there was only the chilling revelation and the crushing, all-consuming pain of realizing that the most real thing in your relationship was his lie.