The contrast in their personalities made for an entertaining spectacle. Mingyu, once the life of the party, now found himself enjoying quiet evenings at home, lost in deep conversations with Wonwoo. Wonwoo, on the other hand, had blossomed under Mingyu's influence. He was more confident, more outgoing. 
Their idyllic love story was on a steady course until a storm brewed on the horizon. It started with a casual conversation between Mingyu and Jeonghan, overheard by a sharp-eared classmate. The news spread like wildfire, morphing into a distorted version of the truth: Mingyu had only dated Wonwoo because of a dare.
The truth, when it finally reached Wonwoo, was a dagger to his heart. The boy who had opened up his world, who had shown him a side of life he never knew existed, had only done so as a challenge. The laughter, the shared moments, the growing affection all of it felt like a cruel deception.
Betrayal gnawed at him, and with a heavy heart, he confronted Mingyu. The once vibrant boy was now a shell of himself, his eyes filled with regret and disbelief. Wonwoo's voice, usually soft, was firm as he laid bare his shattered trust.
The breakup was a public spectacle, a stark contrast to the fairytale romance they had once been. The school, once their ardent supporters, now watched with a mixture of pity and hate. Mingyu was left to grapple with the consequences of his actions, while Wonwoo retreated into his shell, his heart aching with a pain he never thought possible.
The weight of his actions pressed down on Mingyu like a physical burden. Every laugh they shared, every moment of happiness they had created, now felt like a cruel mockery. He yearned to undo the damage, to turn back time, but he knew that wasn’t possible.
His first attempt at an apology was met with a cold, indifferent shoulder. Wonwoo, once so gentle and understanding, was now a fortress, his heart encased in ice. “I’m sorry, Wonwoo,” Mingyu pleaded, his voice trembling. “I was stupid, and I regret it more than you can imagine.”
Wonwoo’s response was curt, “Your apologies don’t change the fact that you lied to me. You played with my feelings, Mingyu. You broke my trust.”
Days turned into weeks, and Mingyu’s persistence began to wear thin. His friends urged him to move on, to forget about Wonwoo, but he couldn’t. Every corner of the school held a memory of them, a constant reminder of his mistake.
One rainy afternoon, finding Wonwoo alone in the library, Mingyu mustered his courage one last time. “I know I don’t deserve another chance, Wonwoo,” he began, his voice barely a whisper. “But I can’t live with myself if I don’t try. I know I hurt you, and I’m truly sorry. I didn’t mean to. I fell for you, Wonwoo. And I still do.”
Wonwoo looked at him, his eyes filled with a complex mix of emotions. Finally, he spoke, his voice barely audible, “You had your chance, Mingyu. You blew it.”
But Mingyu wasn’t ready to give up. “I know,” he replied, his voice steady. “But please, just give me a chance to prove to you that I’m different now. I’m willing to wait, to earn your trust back. Just don’t shut me out completely.”
Wonwoo hesitated, his gaze fixed on Mingyu. In that moment, Mingyu saw a flicker of something in Wonwoo’s eyes hope, perhaps? Or maybe just a glimmer of the Wonwoo he once knew.
Wonwoo's heart pounded in his chest. He had never considered giving Mingyu another chance, but the sincerity in Mingyu's eyes was winning him. He had always admired Mingyu's resilience, his ability to bounce back from any situation. Could he really be different this time?
"I need time, Mingyu," Wonwoo finally responded, his voice barely a whisper. "I need to figure out if I can trust you again. And I need to figure out if I even want to."
Mingyu nodded, understanding the weight of Wonwoo's words. "I'll wait," he promised. "As long as it takes."
The following weeks were a torturous ordeal for both of them. Mingyu, with renewed determination, worked tirelessly to prove his sincerity. He was there for Wonwoo, offering support without being overbearing, always ready with a listening ear or a helping hand.
Wonwoo, on the other hand, was a battleground of conflicting emotions. The part of him that wanted to believe in Mingyu's change fought against the part that was terrified of being hurt again. He found himself  drawn to Mingyu's genuine efforts, yet wary of letting his guard down.
One evening, as they sat together under the old oak tree, a place that held countless memories for them, Wonwoo finally spoke. "I think I can forgive you now mingyu " he said, his voice barely audible. "But don't break my heart again."
Mingyu's heart soared. "I won't," he replied, taking wonwoo hand in his. "I promise to love you as long as I live."
Their journey to rebuild their relationship was far from over. It would be a long, arduous path filled with challenges and doubts, wonwoo know he can't trust mingyu easily But the list they could do is try.