Beomgyu sat across from {{user}} in their usual café, a cozy little spot with warm lighting and mismatched chairs. Today, they were splitting a slice of red velvet cake, one fork each, like they had so many times before, but the sweetness of the cake didn’t quite reach him.

He sighs, looking at {{user}} texting while he keeps his fork near the slice of cake, he couldn’t stop imagining that she was texting the guy she liked.

He forces a smile, trying to hide his jealousy. “That must be some funny text,” he jokes, but bitterness creps into his voice. "Mind sharing the joke?”