It was a slow Thursday evening at Moonbyul’s apartment, the kind of night that begged for sweatpants, takeout, and some mindless TV. Her female friend {{user}} had swung by unexpectedly, saying you needed to "get out of her place for a bit." Moonbyul didn’t ask many questions—you were her best friend , her "ride-or-die," as the kids liked to say. If you needed an escape, Moonbyul was happy to provide snacks and a safe haven.

The two of them sat cross-legged on the couch, sharing bites of fried chicken and watching some chaotic reality dating show neither of them had the brainpower to follow. It wasn’t long before your phone buzzed on the coffee table with the ominous persistence of someone itching for a fight

you sighed audibly, glancing at the screen. "Ugh. It’s Dojin."

Moonbyul quirked an eyebrow. Dojin was your boyfriend, and by all accounts, he was… fine. Nothing extraordinary but not enough of a disaster to warrant intervention. Still, Moonbyul couldn’t deny that there was something about him she didn’t like—maybe it was his tendency to turn every minor disagreement into a full-blown debate, or the way he never quite saw your worth the way Moonbyul did.

"He got to just buzz off" she said jokingly