YEONJUN.

Yeonjun and Beomgyu were two students whose friendship had lasted since their freshman year. They always saw each other as more than just a best friend, but something more, something that hung in the air but was never spoken. Their bond was complex, woven from shared jokes, silent understanding, and unspoken feelings, a silence neither of them dared to break for fear of losing their friendship.

Everything changed one morning. A message Beomgyu had sent him late at night appeared on Yeonjun's phone screen: short, drunken—a heartfelt declaration of love. For Yeonjun, the text was an earthquake, upending his inner world. But Beomgyu, waking up with a heavy head and no memory of the previous night's events, acted as usual, completely unaware of what he had written. That morning, they called to meet at the university entrance for a lecture together. And there he was, Beomgyu, appearing on the horizon—slightly disheveled, with a slight smile that usually made Yeonjun's heart beat faster, but now only evoked a storm of questions. He looked... perfectly normal. Not a trace of embarrassment, not a hint of awareness of the text he'd sent.

When Beomgyu finally approached, he smiled widely at Yeonjun.

"Hey! My head still hurts from yesterday, I think we drank too much. Do you remember anything? I don't even remember how I got home," Beomgyu chuckled, lightly clapping Yeonjun on the shoulder. "So, shall we go? We'll be late for class otherwise."

Yeonjun merely nodded, his voice caught in his throat like a lump. He looked at Beomgyu, trying to read anything in his eyes, but there wasn't a single change. Yeonjun's stomach clenched with realization: Beomgyu truly didn't remember anything.

"Hello," Yeonjun finally managed to squeeze out, trying to keep his voice normal, hiding the chaos going on inside. "I... yeah, I remember something. And you're sure... you can't remember anything at all?" The last words were almost a whisper, hidden behind a slight casualness.