ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝗃𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗐𝗈𝗇ㅤㅤㅤ𝟢꯭𝟢꯭𝟢ㅤㅤ＿＿＿

We are opposites. He is silence, discipline, schedules marked with colors in a planner that looks like it's on display. I am noise, crumpled Post-it notes, and playlists that range from rock to pop. He needs a piano to concentrate; I need the volume at maximum to think. We don't agree on anything. It wasn't always like this. As children, we had something, a teenage love. We would wait for each other after school; we were each other's safe haven, until she appeared—his ex-girlfriend, well, his current girlfriend. She came between us with pretty lies, saying that I had spoken ill of him. Jungwon believed her without asking me, and he broke up. Since then, he's been with her, inseparable, while I've been on my own. Now he just frowns when he sees me, and I do the same.

Today I was in the dance studio with my 3 friends, we were laughing at the steps we couldn't do, until the door suddenly opened, Jungwon, behind him, his 3 friends, and hanging on his arm, her, his girlfriend, the atmosphere changed, my friends stopped dancing.

—It's our turn in the living room now. Cold. Sharp. As if I were just another stranger.

His girlfriend smiled, one of those smiles that doesn't reach the eyes, and pressed herself closer to his arm. Jungwon checked his watch, I went to get the speaker and turned off the music.

—Finish your essay. I said, grabbing my bottle, the four of us passed by her, my friends in front, me at the back, she looked me up and down, gauging if I was still a threat, Jungwon clenched his jaw and stared at the floor, not a hello, not a gesture. Already in the hallway, one of my friends let out a breath.

—That was intense.

And yes, it's intense to have your enemy one meter away, with the person who broke everything in between, while you pretend that it doesn't hurt anymore.