Cha Soo-jin is the kind of student who always has her head in the books and her eyes on the prize. Straight-A's, organized notes, perfect attendance-she knows what she wants and doesn't let anything distract her. Here comes Sim Jaeyun: campus heartt...
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[Sunday — November 16 — 10:12 a.m.]
Soo-jin woke up to silence.
The kind that didn't feel empty, just... calm. Her limbs ached pleasantly from the dancing, and her face still felt warm from all the smiling she did last night.
She stretched under the blankets, eyes squinting against the soft light peeking through her curtains. Then reached for her phone on the nightstand.
No new messages from him.
But for once, it didn't sting.
She sat up slowly and played the playlist Hyunjin had made for her. It was still queued from last night—low-tempo tracks, comforting beats, quiet lyrics. There were no dramatic love songs. No heartbreak anthems. Just music that held her without asking her to bleed.
Downstairs, the sound of her mother cooking drifted through the half-closed door. Her dad probably reading the Sunday paper like always.
Normal. Safe.
She didn't rush to get up. She let herself exist for a moment longer.
And then she reached for her journal.
"November 16. Still no message. Still no voice. But maybe... that's okay. Yesterday was light. And I think I want more of that. I don't want to keep holding someone in my memory when they've already let me go."
She paused at the last line.
Then sighed.
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[Sunday — 1:48 p.m.]
Hyunjin sent her a photo.
[Hyunjin]: 📸 You mid-bite with frosting on your nose. Iconic behavior.
[Soo-jin]: NOOOO 😭 delete that 😭😭
[Hyunjin]: never. i'm framing this for your college dorm.
[Soo-jin]: block.
[Hyunjin]: ❤️
She shook her head, laughing softly.
She hadn't laughed this much in months.
And though it wasn't the giddy kind of happiness she used to associate with Jaeyun—the butterflies and fast heartbeats—this one felt... safer. Like she didn't need to prove anything. Like she could just be.
Yunjin also messaged her asking if she wanted to meet up next weekend for their favorite strawberry bingsu. Yeji was already looking up new dance routines for them to try together.
