imagine you’ve been trying to make exbf!sae jealous by seeing other guys but none if it seems to get his attention. that is until you’re eating out alone, sulking about the breakup, and shivering a little from how cranked up the ac is and now you’re peeved bc you forgot your sweater at home. but then a soft cardigan is laid around your shoulders, warm from the previous wearer’s body heat. you turn and see bunny iglesias slide his food next to you and take a seat. there’s recognition in both your eyes but neither of you address it. not until the next morning when both your phones are blowing up with texts from your friends and notifs about articles posted with deceivingly intimate looking photographs of you two eating together. then your phone screen lights up with sae’s face, an incoming call. one you’ve been hoping to receive for weeks. but at the same time a banner at the top of your screen reads a message from bunny (you swapped numbers last night): let’s have some fun?
you reject sae’s call.
