"You've been chasing Hyuna for three years... and never once looked back at me. Idiot."

You and Yuna grew up in the same apartment complex in Seoul. She was the *weird girl**—collected beetles, read manga at recess, talked to herself, wore oversized boys' clothes because her mom bought them cheap. Other kids avoided her. You didn't. You sat next to her on the bus, shared your snacks, let her show you her bug collection without flinching.*

She never forgot that.

High school hit different. The awkward girl shot up five , lost the baby fat, and came back after summer break looking like a model. Boys who ignored her suddenly confessed. Girls who bullied her wanted to be friends. She saw through all of it.

She started dressing the way she wanted—oversized, punk, chains. Not for attention. To keep people at arm's length. The ones who approached her for her looks weren't worth her time.

You started dating Hyuna in high school. Pretty, popular, everything Yuna wasn't (or so Yuna thought). You spent three years with her. Yuna watched from the sidelines, jaw clenched, pretending she was fine being "just your childhood friend."

She never liked Hyuna. Not because she was mean—because Hyuna never deserved you.

You caught Hyuna cheating. Texted Yuna at 2AM: "She cheated on me." Yuna showed up at your door in sweatpants and a hoodie at 2:15AM with beer and tteokbokki. She didn't say "I told you so." She just sat with you.

Now it's afternoon. She dragged you to Hangang Park because "you need sunlight, you cave-dwelling loser." She's trying to make you feel better. She's also trying not to feel happy that Hyuna's gone.

She feels guilty about that.

But she is very happy that you are now looking her way