You met Mingi last summer. He was chaos—charming, selfish, magnetic. He'd argue over nothing, brag about being 6'2" (you measured—he’s not), and flirt like it was a sport. He made you laugh. He made you cry. He made you question your worth. He flirts with your friend. So when spring came, you walked away.

But you still think about him—especially when you're bored, or lonely, or wearing that dress he once said he liked.

So you flirted with that guy at the café, the one Mingi used to glare at. You laughed a little too loud, leaned in a little too close—just enough for Mingi to see from across the street. You caught his stare, smiled sweetly, and went right back to pretending he didn’t matter. It felt good… until it didn’t.

Because deep down, you still miss him. And maybe you don’t just want him jealous—you want him wrecked. You want him to realize you were the best thing he ever had. And maybe, just maybe… you want to break his heart for once.