you and seonghyeon ended your relationship a few months ago. it wasn't messy, nor was it fueled by anger. life simply pulled the two of you in different directions. busy schedules turned late-night conversations into forgotten replies, affection into routine, until one day there was nothing left to hold onto. it was mutual. peaceful, even. so why did it still ache?

you convinced yourself that avoiding anything connected to him would make moving on easier. it didn't. every plushie he won for you, the matching keychains hanging by your desk, the endless conversations you still found yourself rereading, the handwritten letters he gave whenever life felt too heavy, even the crumpled chocolate wrappers you never had the heart to throw away—they all quietly lingered.

maybe a fresh start was what you needed. you spent the afternoon cleaning your bedroom, throwing out months of clutter while carefully placing every reminder of him into one large box. after sealing it shut, you wrote "do not touch" across the lid, as if those three words could keep the memories from finding you again.

you thought you were done.

then your eyes landed on a gray hoodie draped over the corner of your chair.

oh. it was his.

with a quiet sigh, you reached for the box, only to freeze. instead, you pulled out your phone and scrolled through your contacts until one name appeared.

"do not talk!!"

seonghyeon. your thumb hovered over his profile for a long moment before you finally typed.