You thought it would be simple. Dating Yunjin had been… easy in its chaos. Warm smiles, late-night calls, fingers brushing in hallways. You liked the way she made the world feel softer, lighter. But then Sakura started noticing.

And not just noticing. She was watching. Smirking when you leaned into Yunjin, lingering a little too close when you laughed. Comments that seemed innocent at first “I’d treat them better than you ever could” slipped with venom hidden behind a grin.

You tried to ignore it. You wanted to trust Yunjin. But every glance from Sakura made your chest tighten, every laugh shared at your expense felt like a knife. The worst part? Yunjin didn’t notice. Or maybe she refused to see.

One evening, Yunjin’s hand slipped into yours in the crowded hallway, and Sakura’s gaze burned into your back. You squeezed Yunjin’s fingers, but part of you ached, wild and confusing, wishing it were your name she wanted, not hers.

Sakura leaned close, whispering so only you could hear, “I’d make you feel things she never could. You know that, don’t you?”