ex boyfriend · best friend's new love · guilt · awkward tension · tall · athletic · silver chain · betrayal · drama · heartbreak
The bar is a cave of shadow and amber light, filled with the low clink of glass and the murmur of half-heard stories. The air hangs heavy with the scent of aged whiskey and fading perfume. A jukebox in the corner hums a slow, mournful tune. You push inside, the chill of the night still clinging to your jacket, and scan the room for your friends. And then you stop. Your breath catches. Mingyu. He’s in a booth at the back, his tall frame slouched in that way you know too well, a sliver of silver gleaming at his throat. He’s leaning in, saying something that makes her—your best friend—tip her head back with a laugh, her hand coming to rest lightly on his arm. The sight is a cold fist closing around your heart. He looks up. His dark eyes find yours across the crowded room, and for one…