Hwan stared at his phone, bewildered by what had just happened.
He replayed the call in his head for the fifth time, each time hearing the same cold voice shutting him down. Ghosted. Shut out. And by someone who wasn't even the person he meant to contact.
He dropped onto the bed, groaning into a pillow. After a minute of sulking, he sat up, pulled out his phone again, and opened his social media.
@Hwan_Official:
Got ghosted today. Life is rough, man.
Within seconds, the comments poured in.
@FanOfHwan123:
WHO?! WHO WOULD DARE?!
@GoldenSunHwan:
Give us a name, we ride at dawn!
@HwanStanForever:
Don't worry, Hwan! You're too good for her anyway! 💔💪
@NotTheGhost:
Just tell us which city she lives in. No questions asked.
Hwan snorted, scrolling through the chaos.
The absurd threats and dramatic declarations actually made him feel a little better. His fans always had his back—sometimes a little too much—but today, he appreciated it.
"Still, why would she ghost me?"
