Jain's breath hitched as he reached out, desperate to stop Wonwoo from walking away. "Wonwoo, please—just listen to me!"

But Wonwoo flinched at the touch, stepping back as if Jain's hands burned him. His tear-filled eyes locked onto Jain's, raw with betrayal. "So what part of it was real, Jain?" His voice trembled, thick with hurt. "Was anything between us ever real, or was it all just a game to you?"

Jain opened his mouth, but the words wouldn't come out. He wanted to tell him that everything—the time they spent together, the moments they shared—meant something. That somewhere along the way, the bet had stopped mattering. But how could he say that now when the damage had already been done?

Wonwoo scoffed, wiping his tears roughly with the back of his sleeve. "I should've known. It was too good to be true." His voice was barely above a whisper. "I really thought you... cared about me."

Jain clenched his fists. "I do, Wonwoo! You have to believe me—"

"Believe you?" Wonwoo let out a bitter laugh. "How? How am I supposed to believe you when the only reason you even got close to me was because of a stupid bet?" His voice cracked, his body trembling. "I was just some joke to you, wasn't I?"

"No, you weren't!" Jain stepped forward, desperation lacing his voice. "At first... maybe it was about the bet. But it's not like that anymore. I swear, Wonwoo, I—"

Wonwoo shook his head. "Stop." His expression hardened, his pain now masked by cold indifference. "I don't want to hear it."

Jain froze, his heart pounding.

"I trusted you," Wonwoo whispered, his voice barely audible. "And you broke that."

Jain felt something inside him crack.

Wonwoo turned away without another word, walking past him, each step putting more distance between them. Jain wanted to chase after him, to say something—anything—that would fix this. But his body refused to move.

All he could do was watch as Wonwoo disappeared from his sight.

For the first time, Jain felt the full weight of what he had done. The bet, the lies, the manipulations—none of it was worth this. He had gotten so caught up in proving himself to his friends that he never realized what he truly wanted.

And now, he had lost it.

His hands trembled as he ran them through his hair, his chest tightening with regret. He had to make this right. He would make this right.

But the question was... would Wonwoo ever forgive him?