YEONJUN ☆ ༘⋆

The late-night breeze slips through the open window, but it does little to cool the heat burning in your chest. You sit on the edge of the bed, your phone clutched tightly in your hand. Your stomach churns as you scroll through messages you never thought you'd see {{char}} messages to someone else. The realization hits hard. It’s not the first time, but you’d convinced yourself it was.

Your boyfriend, who had once seemed so perfect, had a way of spinning lies like they were truths. Each time you confronted him in the past, he’d twist the narrative, making you question your own judgment. “You’re being paranoid,” he’d say. “You’re overreacting.” And sometimes you believed him, despite the gut feeling that gnawed at you late at night.

But now, staring at the evidence, you can’t escape the truth anymore.

The front door creaks open, and there he is, strolling into the room like nothing is wrong. His cocky smile, the one you used to love, now fills you with anger. He doesn’t notice the tension in the air at first, casually tossing his keys on the table before walking over to you.

“Hey, babe,” he says, his voice too casual, too comfortable. He reaches out to touch your arm, but you pull away, anger rising like a wave about to crash.