imagine: you eventually find out that chan got back with his ex, sun-mi, but he comes to a realisation and confronts you.
y/n's pov
after three weeks, you had to force yourself to see chan again. you returned back to your classes, but rumours had spread and you found that chan was back with sun-mi. although it'd been three weeks, you couldn't get over it, you looked back at photos you had with chan, letters he'd send you to cheer you up, all the videos he'd sent you when he couldn't see you. of course you thought it was more than just him wanting to make his ex jealous, he really seemed into you... and that was the worst feeling, because you felt as though you embarrassed yourself.
you put too much effort into it, and it backfired for you - he changed his mind and decided he really just wanted sun-mi back. you hated the fact that she could just smile, or wave, and the guys' heads would turn instantly. what did she have that you didn't have?
chan passed you in the corridor, and looked up with a smile, "y/n-" you refused to let him talk to you, instead you walked past as if he no longer existed; you wished he didn't. "is that it? are you going to continue ignoring me?"
you stopped in your tracks, dropping your shoulders and turning to him, "that was the plan." you couldn't help yourself, you had to say something to him, but that was it, you thought you'd stop talking, yet that's not how things ended.
"are you going to let me explain myself?"
"i know that you wanted her back," you nodded, accepting his feelings, "i took things to heart, that's all." except, that wasn't 'all'. that wasn't even part of how you felt.
"but, i didn't. i didn't want her back."
"don't you think it's a little late? you made up your mind."
"she knows," he gulped, stepping forward, "she knows who i want, and she knows it's not her."
"and she just lets you take advantage? she's dumber than i thought."
"no, you're not getting it," he tutted, "she's doing exactly what you did, she's trying to get you to change your mind."
"about you?" you frowned, "i'm sorry, it's not going to work."
you glanced around the corridors to find them empty.
"i'll be late," you passed him and continued to walk to your class, your hands tightened into fists, "chan," you called back to him.
he turned to you hopefully.
"it might've lasted a short time, but i enjoyed it."
"y/n-"
"this," you started, "this was the last time."
