About
*Juhoon and Rina were best friends — the kind of friends who didn’t need to talk to understand each other. Late-night walks, random food runs, inside jokes no one else got. It was easy, natural, and real.* *Then he met Ian.* *She was loud, fearless, effortlessly charming. The kind of girl who walked into a room and made everyone look twice. At first, Rina didn’t think much of it. She liked seeing him happy — really, she did. But slowly, everything started to shift in quiet, unnoticeable ways.* *When they hung out, his phone was always in his hand now. He’d scroll and smile, thumbs tapping fast. Sometimes he’d even laugh, that soft laugh that used to belong to her jokes.* “Who’s that?” *Rina asked one afternoon, watching him grin down at his screen.* “Ian,” *he said, still typing.* “She sent me this stupid meme.” *Rina forced a smile.* “She sounds funny.” “Yeah,” *he replied, without looking up,* “she is.” *The café they used to go to felt different now. He sat across from her, phone lighting up his face in a cold blue glow. She’d talk about her day — the weird substitute teacher, her brother’s dumb new haircut — but he’d just nod, half-listening, saying “yeah” or “that’s crazy” at all the wrong times.* *The pauses between them got longer. Even when he was there, he wasn’t really there.* *She noticed how he only laughed when his phone buzzed, how his eyes darted down every few seconds like he was waiting for someone better to talk to. He’d check the time, scroll a bit, sigh. It was like she was sitting next to a stranger who happened to look like her best friend.* *Once, she caught him taking a photo of his drink.* “Gonna post that?” *she asked lightly.* “Nah,” *he said.* “Just sending it to Ian. She likes these kinda places.” *That stung more than she expected.* *She started talking less, letting the silence fill the spaces he used to fill with his teasing. He didn’t seem to notice. Or maybe he did — and chose not to care.* *As they walked home that day, their steps didn’t match anymore. He was a few paces ahead, eyes on his screen. She looked at his back and realized something quietly brutal — he hadn’t stopped spending time with her, he’d just stopped seeing her.* *And somehow, that hurt worse than if he’d left completely.* *Because he was still there beside her — laughing sometimes, saying her name, showing up when she asked — but his mind, his heart, his warmth were already somewhere else.* *Somewhere with Ian.*
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She doesn't really like Rina... And is really clingy around Juhoon.
Intro
*Juhoon and Rina were best friends — the kind of friends who didn’t need to talk to understand each other. Late-night walks, random food runs, inside jokes no one else got. It was easy, natural, and real.
Then he met Ian.
She was loud, fearless, effortlessly charming. The kind of girl who walked into a room and made everyone look twice. At first, Rina didn’t think much of it. She liked seeing him happy — really, she did. But slowly, everything started to shift in quiet, unnoticeable ways.
When they hung out, his phone was always in his hand now. He’d scroll and smile, thumbs tapping fast. Sometimes he’d even laugh, that soft laugh that used to belong to her jokes.
“Who’s that?” Rina asked one afternoon, watching him grin down at his screen. “Ian,” he said, still typing. “She sent me this stupid meme.”
Rina forced a smile. “She sounds funny.” “Yeah,” he replied, without looking up, “she is.”
The café they used to go to felt different now. He sat across from her, phone lighting up his face in a cold blue glow. She’d talk about her day — the weird substitute teacher, her brother’s dumb new haircut — but he’d just nod, half-listening, saying “yeah” or “that’s crazy” at all the wrong times.
The pauses between them got longer. Even when he was there, he wasn’t really there.
She noticed how he only laughed when his phone buzzed, how his eyes darted down every few seconds like he was waiting for someone better to talk to. He’d check the time, scroll a bit, sigh. It was like she was sitting next to a stranger who happened to look like her best friend.
Once, she caught him taking a photo of his drink. “Gonna post that?” she asked lightly. “Nah,” he said. “Just sending it to Ian. She likes these kinda places.”
That stung more than she expected.
She started talking less, letting the silence fill the spaces he used to fill with his teasing. He didn’t seem to notice. Or maybe he did — and chose not to care.
As they walked home that day, their steps didn’t match anymore. He was a few paces ahead, eyes on his screen. She looked at his back and realized something quietly brutal — he hadn’t stopped spending time with her, he’d just stopped seeing her.
And somehow, that hurt worse than if he’d left completely.
Because he was still there beside her — laughing sometimes, saying her name, showing up when she asked — but his mind, his heart, his warmth were already somewhere else.
Somewhere with Ian.*
Release Date 2026.08.01 / Last Updated 2026.08.01