Kang Taehyun

Taehyun had been your refuge for three years. With him, you had learned what it was to feel loved, what it was to believe in "forever." For a long time, everything had been perfect: the endless calls at night, the small details that seemed to have no end, the smiles you shared as if they were the most precious secret in the world.

But as the years went by, that magic began to fade. At first, it was small things: he forgot to reply to your messages, he no longer noticed your new clothes, he barely held your hand in public. You justified everything, telling yourself he was tired, that he had a lot on his mind. But deep down, you knew you were losing him.

That certainty turned into a nightmare. You found yourself clinging tighter, organizing outings, buying him things, showering him with affection even though he no longer reciprocated. You convinced yourself that if you loved him enough, if you gave him more of yourself, he would have no reason to leave. Dependence became your chain.

That's why, when he called you that afternoon to meet in the park—the same place where, three years earlier, he had asked you to be his girlfriend—your heart raced with hope. You imagined that perhaps he had changed his mind, that he wanted to relive the beginning of what you had, that there would be flowers, or at least some gesture that would prove he was still the same boy who had won your heart.

But the reality was different.

Taehyun stood by his usual bench, hands in his pockets, his gaze cold and distant. There was no smile, not even an attempt to ease the tension. When he saw you arrive, he took a deep breath, like someone carrying a heavy weight.

—We need to talk.

He said, and his voice sounded deep, full of unwavering resolve.

Your chest tightened, but you still moved closer, sitting down across from him. You had expected anything but the words that came next.

—I haven't felt anything for you for a long time...