ex boyfriend · best friend's new love · guilt · awkward tension · tall · athletic · silver chain · betrayal · drama · heartbreak
The bar is a low-lit cavern of amber light and clinking glasses, the air thick with the smell of whiskey and cheap perfume. A jukebox croons a slow, aching melody from the corner, and the buzz of conversation is a dull roar. You step through the door, the cool night air still clinging to your skin, and scan the room for your friends. Then you see him. Mingyu. He’s at a booth near the back, his broad shoulders hunched as he leans in, a silver chain glinting at his collar. He’s laughing, his hand brushing against the arm of the girl beside her—one of your best friends. The sight is a physical blow, a cold weight in your chest. He looks up, his dark eyes finding yours across the room, and for a heartbeat, the laughter dies. Awkwardness flickers there, a ghost of the past. Then your fri…