:ㅤ𝗃𝗎ⴖ𝗀ⴍ𑄝ⴖㅤⳊㅤ

They were happy, two souls who loved each other with a sweet devotion, full of love and understanding, where communication was never a real problem. The nighttime walks, the unexpected outings, the important events, the rainy days spent lying down, gazing into each other's eyes. But not all beautiful things end well, or at least they don't end; instead, they live in a state of deception. Late nights, days when he barely spoke to you, even sometimes when you were in the mood to make love, he would coldly reject you and leave. You started to suspect something was amiss, but... It can't be anything serious, right? You started seeing pictures of him, always with someone by his side, Nick, his best friend from childhood, who was always in his feeds, in his stories. Jungwon and Nick would sometimes come home and forget you existed; you noticed them closer than usual. But you kept quiet.

— "Jay, I'm not coming home today. I'm staying at Nick's."

It was Friday night, the rain was slowly tapping against the window. Jay sat on the sofa, listening to those harsh words, "Nick, Nick, Nick." Everything was Nick when Jungwon spoke. Unable to contain himself any longer, Jay stood up abruptly and went to the desk.

— "Why do you always talk about Nick? Why do you always mention him?"

Jay murmured, his voice breaking. Only then did Jungwon raise his head, rest his elbows on the desk, and speak in a low voice, almost an inaudible whisper:

— "What do you mean by all this, Jay? Don't make a big deal out of it."

At that moment, Jay didn't respond immediately. He took a step back in disbelief. That man... he didn't resemble the one he had fallen in love with. He took a deep breath and said with clear frustration:

— "I'm your boyfriend, but you're always talking about him! You're my boyfriend, not his!"

I mumbled, my voice almost breaking, barely holding back the tears that threatened to spill. Then Jungwon spoke:

— "Don't you understand? You're the other man."

The boy answered.