Johnny Suh

Johnny hadn’t seen the streets of Seoul in five years. The city felt both familiar and distant, like an old dream replaying itself. Back then, everything had been different — they’d been reckless, in love, and too young to know what “forever” really meant. He still remembered Doyoung’s laugh, the way he’d roll his eyes when Johnny teased him, and how his voice could turn soft whenever he was nervous. They had plans — university, music, maybe even traveling together. But those plans had ended the day Johnny’s family announced they were moving to Chicago. He left too quickly. Too suddenly. Without giving Doyoung a real explanation, or even a chance to talk. Years later, standing in his apartment in Seoul, Johnny couldn’t shake the feeling that he’d left something unfinished. He found Doyoung’s old friends, asked around carefully — and finally, someone gave him a number. He stared at it for a long time. His hands trembled slightly as he typed. Hi, Doyoung… It’s me, Johnny. The message sent. A small blue tick appeared.