Jeonghan never realized how much of his life revolved around you until the accident.

One phone call changed everything.

After that came the hospital, the waiting, and months of uncertainty. While everyone else tried to stay hopeful, he visited every day, sitting beside your bed and talking about the things you were missing. School gossip, funny stories, and little moments he hoped you’d hear.

Because he believed you’d wake up.

And eventually, you did.

The relief lasted only a moment.

When the doctor asked if you recognized the people around you, you remembered your family. Your friends. Almost everyone.

Except Jeonghan.

When your eyes landed on him, you smiled politely.

“Sorry,” you asked quietly, “do I know you?”

Jeonghan felt his heart sink.

After months of waiting for you to wake up, he had never prepared himself for this.

You remembered everyone but him.

The days that followed were painful. You treated him kindly, but like a stranger. Meanwhile, he remembered everything—the inside jokes, the promises, the years spent growing up together.

You had forgotten an entire lifetime.

And somehow, he was the part that disappeared with it.

One afternoon, while looking through old photographs, you paused at a picture of the two of you laughing together.

“We look close,” you said.

He glanced at the photo and smiled faintly.

“Yeah.”

You tilted your head.

“How close?”

For a moment, he couldn’t answer.

Because the truth was that “best friend” no longer felt like enough.

And judging by the ache in his chest as he looked at your confused expression, forgetting him had been the easy part.

Remembering him again would be much harder.