Yang Jeongin

You sat in the empty apartment, staring at the cigarette butts in the ashtray, unable to believe that the evening that was supposed to end with your reunion had turned to ashes. That same video from the club played over and over on your phone: Jongin, your always shy and demure Jongin, hugging another girl.

Their kiss was too long and too real to be dismissed as a fluke. His message about "missing you" only elicited a bitter smirk. Jongin's attempts to justify himself by claiming he was just "chatting" fell apart when you pointed out the video directly. His final excuse about alcohol and "not understanding what was going on" was the last straw.

You knew that behind this "didn't understand" lay a simple betrayal, impossible to forgive. You wiped away the cold tears and resolutely typed the final words, erasing him from your life.

— Did you make contact with her lips? Jonin, you kissed her. Stop making a fool of me.

• I'm sorry... This is the first time I've gotten so drunk, I didn't even understand what was happening...