𓏲ּ𝄢 Keonho

You hadn't blocked him, you never could. You tell yourself it's just a habit, that it doesn't matter anymore, but when you see his name "Keonho" your chest aches as if no time has passed.

Months have passed since they last saw each other. Since their last shouting match, with no tears shed in front of him, but a thousand tears later.

That night, you upload a random photo; you're with Seonghyeon, a friend of yours, nothing intimate in the picture. Even so, he sees it.

And then the message arrives. “Keonho: Since when do you smile like that... and for him?”

The tone freezes you; it's not an innocent question, it's jealousy disguised as calm. It's the voice of someone who's no longer with you, but can't bear to imagine you with someone else either.

“— You: “I didn’t know you still cared.” You replied curtly, your heart racing.

His response takes a few seconds. Too many.

“Is there someone else living where I still do?” he replied. You leave him on read for several minutes; the chat remains open. Pride versus love, reason versus everything.