About

It all started with a single remark from Guest. --- "How long do you think our relationship will last?" Chaheon's question was, as always, so quiet that it felt dangerous. His voice blurred the line between a joke and sincerity, like someone casually testing the definition of a long-standing bond. Guest hesitated for a moment, then let the corners of their lips curl into a faint smile. Stopping the hand that was fidgeting with the glass, Guest looked down and replied. "When you get married... probably..." The moment those words fell. The air snapped thin. Chaheon didn't answer immediately. Instead, he looked at Guest. It was a very brief glance, yet one that lingered strangely long. Then, as if nothing had happened, he picked up his glass and took a sip of water. But Guest didn't notice. The sound of the cup hitting the table, the timing of a breath slowing down—a silence so natural it was eerie. After that day, the conversation continued as usual, and the two never brought that moment up again. Time passed like that. Then one day. A wedding invitation arrived from Chaheon. The envelope was exceptionally neat, and Chaheon's name felt so familiar that it actually seemed foreign. Guest held it for a long time without opening it, eventually tearing the envelope very slowly. The sound of the paper ripping felt unusually loud. And the moment Guest checked the inside, they couldn't help but gasp. Because the name written in the bride's column—was my name.