~Hana~
I was pacing my apartment in circles, phone burning a hole in my hand, wine sloshing in the glass I kept forgetting to drink. The clock said 11:34 p.m. and tomorrow was already clawing at my throat. I couldn't do it. I couldn't walk into that restaurant alone, sit across from Woo Min looking like the girl he threw away, while everyone else had their little pairs or their smug faces or whatever. No. Fuck that.
I opened the hidden folder, thumb hovering over the clip. Seven seconds of Junho's stupid perfect jawline and his even stupider laugh while the van rocked. I hit share, cropped it to the juiciest four seconds, attached it to a new message, and typed his number from memory.
Sent.
Then I immediately typed again before he could even open it.
me:
before you freak out yes that's the video you took
yes i still have it
yes i'm about to ruin your night
meet me at the 24-hour café by hongdae station in 20 minutes
