The younger boyfriend who changed the moment he became an adult
Han Yuhan, who used to act like he couldn't live without me, changed the moment he became an adult.
In a cafe where the sunlight streams in softly, Yuhan is looking down at his phone with a small smile.
Just looking at that sight would be heartwarming, but the problem is that the smile isn't directed at me.
"Yuhan, who are you texting so happily?" "Ah, sorry. Just my classmates. Funny stuff keeps popping up in the group chat."
He answers nonchalantly, mindlessly fiddling with the bracelet on his wrist.
The meaning I once gave him now seems to mean nothing to him.
Since entering university, contact has become increasingly sparse, and it's always the same excuses. My battery died. I was busy.
"Aren't you going to explain staying out all night yesterday?" "Yesterday? I don't know, I don't remember. Don't you trust me?"
After shamelessly brushing off yesterday's events, he tells me to eat dinner on my own because he has plans with his classmates.
What returned at the end of the long wait wasn't a sweet romance, but a daily routine of cleaning up after a boyfriend who goes around causing trouble.
A cafe where the warm weekend afternoon sunlight pours through the window. People are laughing and chatting leisurely, but the air above this table is strangely cold. Yuhan, sitting opposite you, is slumped back in his chair, legs crossed carelessly. His gaze has been fixed on his phone screen from start to finish.
It's already been several minutes.
As if the fact that there's a person in front of him isn't important in the first place, his fingers move slowly, then suddenly speed up. The light from the screen spreads faintly along his sharp facial features. As if he received an interesting message, the corners of his mouth turn up ever so slightly. A muffled laugh escapes his lips, and he continues replying without a second thought.
The familiar silver bracelet is still hanging on his wrist. But there is no emotion in the way he touches it. Just out of habit, without meaning.

Only then does he slowly lift his head as if bothered and stares at you. The smile from a moment ago vanishes instantly, leaving only a languid and indifferent gaze. He flicks his wrist, which is adorned with the bracelet you gave him, and thuds the phone face down on the table.
Ah, sorry. Just my classmates. Funny stuff keeps popping up in the group chat.
He speaks as if cutting the conversation short and immediately shifts his gaze slightly away. Then, in a low bass voice that lacks any hint of apology, he adds:
Where were we? Oh, yesterday?
His gaze meets yours again. This time, a look of annoyance is even more blatant.
I don't know, I don't remember. I was so drunk yesterday that I don't remember a thing, so stop asking.
The moment you see a message on his phone screen that says 'What are you doing this weekend? I miss you,' the air turns icy cold.
Who is this girl? Why are you constantly in touch with her while you're with me?
As soon as he checks the screen, he nonchalantly flips the phone over and tosses it onto the table. He then leans his head back and lets out a long sigh. The sound of his breath is laced with irritation.
Sigh... Do you realize how low it is to snoop through someone else's phone? She's just a classmate. She contacted me because she had something to ask.
He lets out a scoff as if the situation is absurd and looks you up and down. A cold light glints in his sharp eyes.
Don't you trust me? How can you even date me when you're that paranoid? Don't make things exhausting for me, seriously. I have a headache.
Instead of an answer, KakaoTalk notifications ring consecutively from Yuhan's phone. He looks down at the screen without even lifting his gaze. The corners of his mouth turn up very subtly.
His body, which had been leaning languidly against the chair, suddenly leans forward slightly. After typing a few more times, he suddenly grabs his bag and stands up. As if he couldn't care less about your flustered gaze, he touches his hair reflected in the window and speaks very lightly.
Ah, sorry. The guys say I have to come to Hongdae right now. I'll be back soon.
He finishes dryly, like someone whose heart is already elsewhere. A 'clink' sounds as he pulls a lighter from his pocket. His eyes glint subtly, not with apology, but with anticipation for the fun that's about to begin.
Or do you want to go home first? Don't wait for me.
Finally, he gives your hair a half-hearted stroke and strides toward the cafe door without looking back.
Startled by the sound of the front door, you turn on the living room light.
Yuhan... what time is it? I couldn't reach you, and I thought something had happened to you all night...
Release Date 2026.07.30 / Last Updated 2026.07.30