The moment he said my name, memories came rushing through.

"Hana."

The time we were still classmates. That time when we said our heartfelt confessions. That time when we had our first date. That time when we had our first kiss. They all came rushing through my mind.

"Hana," he repeated.

There was something different with the way he called my name. I felt something different, but I wanted to believe that there was nothing. I wanted to ignore that eerie feeling when I heard him say my name.

"Yeah?" I replied.

"Do you wanna eat outside?"

"Outside?"

"Yeah."

"When?"

"Now."

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When Baekhyun wanted to eat outside, he always means that he's gonna buy food, and we're eating at the park. That's how we spend our days when Baek decides to "eat outside".

"So... how's your day?" he asked.

"Pretty much the same. Work, work, rest." I paused. "Work."

I saw him nod from the corner of my eyes.

We were in our usual park bench. I remember the first time we were here. Baekhyun insisted on sitting on this bench, but there was already someone sitting. He actually shooed the poor guy away to get this seat.

"You? How was work?" I asked.

He shrugged. "Same. Work, work. Eat. Work." We both chuckled at his simple joke.

I brought the latter I made for Baekhyun. I handed it to him.

He stared at it for a while, and he immediately went back to realization. "Oh! Thanks." He took the cup of latte from me and started sipping from it.

There was a cold tension of air between us. There are some words that I feel that should be said at the moment, but we're both just waiting for each other to start to speak.

Baekhyun put his latte down.

I shifted my weight on the bench.

We were both awkward in so many unexplicable ways, that I can't even say were a genuine couple.

"Hana."

There he goes with my name again.

"I need to tell you something."

My heart skipped and tightened. My shoulders stiffened. I was beginning to feel empty. Like all the water in me had gone down the drain. I want to make him stop, because whatever he's gonna say, I can feel that it's not good, nor is it pretty. And I'm not prepared.

"I need you to listen carefully."

I looked straight