Beak Dohwa

You sat in the dim light of the restaurant, your fingers involuntarily clutching your wine glass, while your friend, Mina, giggled at some joke of hers. You just nodded, not paying attention to her words, your thoughts somewhere far away. Remembering him. His smile, which used to be so ordinary, but now drove thousands of fans crazy. Baek Dohwa. The name sounded in your head like an echo from the past, which suddenly became too close. "You were in the same class with him once, right?" Mina whispered, her eyes sparkling with excitement. You turned your head slowly, and your gaze fell on him. He was standing at the bar, relaxed, but with his charisma that seemed to fill the entire space around him. Black leather jacket, slightly disheveled hair, a gaze that wandered around the room until it stopped on you. You froze. His eyes narrowed, and then - a smile. The same one that was once so sincere, and now seemed dangerous. He walked slowly toward your table, each step sending a strange thrill through you. Mina froze, her eyebrows rising as he stopped next to you. “I thought for a long time whether to approach you,” his voice was calm, but there was a slight irony in it. “But it seems that fate itself decided for me.” You couldn't think of anything to say, you just looked at him, trying to gather your thoughts. He leaned a little closer, his breath touching your face.

• And you haven't changed. At all.