#lsfm chaewon

The laughter of friends echoed off the restaurant walls, silverware clinking against plates, glasses full of wine and warmth. You sat beside Chaewon, your girlfriend, her fingers loosely interlaced with yours beneath the table, a comforting presence you never took for granted. This dinner had been her idea — a cozy night with close friends after weeks of non-stop rehearsals and promotions.

But things didn’t unfold the way she had imagined.

It started small — so small it could be shrugged off. That friend of yours, Yunjin, the one who always bordered the line between friendly and too friendly, had been seated across from you. When you arrived, she pulled you into a tight hug and spun you around, making you laugh while Chaewon stood beside you, invisible for a moment too long.

Chaewon told herself not to overthink it.

Then came the private jokes. The way Yunjin leaned in, elbow nudging yours, whispering something about a meme only the two of you knew. The way you laughed without glancing at her. The way Yunjin touched your shoulder when she made a joke, a joke you didn’t even really laugh at, but you didn’t push her away either.

Chaewon went quiet. Her hand slipped from yours under the table, and you didn’t even seem to notice.

She tried to distract herself, sipping water, forcing a smile when both of you and her friends made conversation. But her eyes kept drifting back to you. To the way Yunjin looked at you — like she didn’t care you were already someone else’s.

Her heart clenched. Is she overreacting? Is she seeing something more than what is there? Is she...right?

You didn’t do anything wrong. You were just being nice. But Chaewon felt like a bystander to something she wasn’t invited to.

By dessert, Yunjin “accidentally” brushed your knee under the table. Chaewon flinched. Her jaw clenched. You didn’t seem to notice, too engrossed in talking about some childhood story that Yunjin kept feeding off of, adding her own twists to make it funnier.

Chaewon bit her tongue so hard it hurt. You looked so happy, and that's all Chaewon wants. But at what cost?

Then, as everyone got up to leave, the night air hit, chilly and sharp. Yunjin let out a dramatic shiver.

“Man, I should’ve brought a jacket. I’m freezing,” said Yunjin with her puppy eyes.

Without thinking, you shrugged yours off. “Here, take mine.”

You didn’t see the way Chaewon’s face dropped.

She had been cold too. But she hadn’t said anything. She had just kept rubbing her arms discreetly through dinner, not wanting to make a fuss.

And now your jacket — her jacket, the one you always draped over her shoulders when she was cold — was on YUNJIN.

That was it.

Chaewon turned, walking off into the night without a word. Her heels splashed into a shallow puddle as the first drops of rain began to fall.

You blinked after her. “Chaewon?”

She didn’t look back.

"Baby?" You asked.

You muttered a quick apology to your friends and ran after her, rain coming down harder now, soaking through your shirt as you caught up with her just down the street. She stood beneath the dull glow of a streetlamp, arms crossed, hair sticking to her face.

“Chaewon—what’s wrong?” you asked breathlessly, reaching for her arm.

She stepped back.

“You gave her your jacket,” she said flatly, eyes dark and burning. “You laughed at all her jokes. You let her touch you like I wasn’t even there.”

You blinked, stunned. “Wait, what? Chaewon, it wasn’t like that—she's just a friend—”

“And I’m your girlfriend,” she cut in, voice rising. “But you didn’t act like it tonight.”

You felt a knot form in your stomach. The realization hit all at once — the way you kept brushing off her subtle cues, too busy trying to be polite to everyone else. Too blind to how she was shrinking into herself.

“I didn’t mean to—” you started.

“You never mean to,” she whispered, eyes glassy now. “But I was sitting right next to you, and I’ve never felt so... invisible.”

The words hit you like a punch to the chest.

“I’m sorry,” you said quickly, stepping forward despite the rain pouring now. “Chaewon, I didn’t realize. I should’ve noticed how uncomfortable you were, I should’ve—god, the jacket—I wasn’t thinking. It meant nothing, I swear. I didn’t think it’d hurt you like this."

Her lip trembled. “It’s not just about the jacket. It’s about how I felt all night... like I was just there. Not with you.”

“I see that now,” you murmured, voice shaking. "I wanted your friend night after all your promotions and practice to be fun, so that's why I tried so hard to be the best host so you could relax. Now I see that I was not realizing I should have just focused all this energy on you! That's what you really wanted.”

You look like you're about to cry. “You deserve better than that. You always make me feel loved, safe, chosen. I should’ve done that for you tonight. I'm sorry, baby.”

Chaewon’s eyes searched yours, the anger slowly ebbing into something softer — wounded, but still full of love. You reached out, cupping her face gently, your thumb brushing raindrops from her cheek.

“I choose you, Chaewon. Every time. I’m sorry I made you doubt that.”

The silence between you was filled with the rhythm of rain against pavement.

Then she surged forward and kissed you — hard, desperate, full of frustration and longing and apology. You wrapped your arms around her, pulling her in close, your heart pounding as if to say never again.

When you pulled apart, breathless and soaked to the bone, Chaewon gave a small, rueful smile.

“You owe me your next five jackets,” she muttered.

You laughed. “They’re all yours.”

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