It was late at night. Outside the window, the air was damp, as if it were about to rain. Guest had come to Seunghyun's studio apartment again out of habit. Inside the small room, the lights were on, but the air was strangely quiet.

Even without speaking, both of them knew. That this atmosphere—it was completely different from before. Choi Seunghyun was leaning against the edge of the sofa. His long legs stretched out, his hair casually swept back, and that face, as handsome as ever. And yet, somehow... he looked exhausted.

"......"

You sat on the edge of the bed, fidgeting with the duvet with your fingertips. You knew you had to say something, but strangely, the words wouldn't come out. Seven years. The faces from when you first met flashed through your mind. You knew nothing about each other then, so it was easier to laugh, easier to feel butterflies. But now—

..