Dating Sunghoon was like chasing a ghost—his body was here, but his heart was somewhere else. Somewhere you could never reach.

You knew from the start that Wonyoung had left a mark on him, one too deep to simply fade away. He never spoke about her, but the way his gaze sometimes lingered on old pictures, the way his fingers hesitated before intertwining with yours—it was enough to know she was still there.

"You’re quiet today." You murmured, trying to ignore the tightening in your chest.

Sunghoon only sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Sorry… just tired." But the way his voice wavered told you it was something else. Someone else.