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Hairi sat at her desk, her pen tapping against the notebook before her. The bell rang, signalling the end of the school day, and her classmates immediately jumped to their feet, grabbing their bags and shouting across the room. The air buzzed with the chatter of weekend plans, homework complaints, and the chaotic shuffle of shoes against the floor. But none of it reached her.

Her mind was far away, entangled in a web of thoughts that she couldn't seem to shake. How was she here again? She looked at the desk in front of her—her old desk, the same one she had used 10 years ago. The same familiar surroundings, the same class, filled with the same students and teachers, and yet everything felt different now.

She just remembered that the 18-year-old her was supposed to transfer schools and did not go for graduation.

Flashback

Hairi POV

I was at the dinner table with my family eating with her mom homemade spaghetti.

"Ummm... How do I say this we will be moving after two weeks... Your dad had a job there... So " our mom said.

I don't want to transfer. So I did the unthinkable persuade my dad to stay. Well, you shocker. I was shocked as well I can't believe that work.

" Dad I am happy you have a job outside of Soul ... you might be the manager for your current company...who knows" Her dad's jaw dropped like he was seeing a ghost. He was confused. How did Hairi know of this?

I know this because I live it. That company my dad transferred to became bankrupt.

" You might be right," my dad said.

I was shocked that it worked. I change my future again. Is it for the best or the worst?

End of Flashback

It wasn't just the people around her—it was her. She wasn't supposed to be here, not like this. She wasn't the same girl who had sat here just a few years ago. In fact, she wasn't even supposed to be in this high school anymore. She had already gone through it all, long after her graduation. Yet, here she was, sitting in the same class as if nothing had changed.

Today, at this moment, she had realized it: she was living her second chance. She had been given a unique opportunity to right the wrongs of her past, to rewrite the moments that she had let slip away. But what exactly was she supposed to do with this second chance? Could she change everything that had gone wrong, or would she be doomed to repeat the same mistakes?

More importantly, there was Sehun. He was here too, in this timeline, in this world. He had never left. The boy she had once loved—who had been so close, yet so far away—was standing right there, like he always had been, but with a whole new chance to get it right.

Her eyes shifted to the clock at the front of the room. 3:15 p.m. The bell had just rung, and she was supposed to leave, like the rest of her classmates. But she couldn't bring herself to move just yet. Every part of her wanted to take this moment, to soak it in. She wasn't sure what the future held, but she was finally in control of her own path again. Or so she hoped.

The rustling around her grew louder as more students left, but Hairi remained seated. She felt a pressure building in her chest. The same pressure she had felt the first time she'd had to say goodbye to everything she had once known, the first time she'd felt lost.

Was this a mistake?

She gripped her notebook, trying to push the thought out of her mind. But deep down, she knew there was no going back. She could try to change her past, but the only way forward was to face the future, whatever that may be.

A familiar voice suddenly broke through her reverie.

"Hairi?"

She jumped in surprise, turning to face the source. There he was—Sehun, standing in the doorway, his hands shoved into his pockets as he gave her a soft, uncertain smile. The same smile that had always made her heart race.

Sehun.

In the few short moments that had passed, the distance between them had been filled with years of unspoken words, missed opportunities, and regrets. Hairi's breath caught in her throat, and for a moment, she couldn't form a sentence. The memory of him was still so fresh, so vivid. She had tried to bury the feelings, to move on, but now, with him standing in front of her like this, everything came rushing back.

His eyes were the same—gentle and warm, yet guarded as if he was unsure whether to be hopeful or hesitant. She had always admired how easily he made people feel at ease, but now, seeing him again after all this time, she couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt.

"Sehun," she whispered, feeling her heart pound in her chest. "I didn't expect to see you here."

His gaze softened, a flicker of recognition lighting up his eyes. "I didn't expect to see you, either," he said, his voice low and calm. "I thought you'd transferred out already."

Hairi's lips parted, unsure of what to say. The moment felt fragile like it could shatter into a million pieces if either of them spoke the wrong words. "I didn't transfer out. I... I just came back. For the last year."

Sehun raised an eyebrow, his expression thoughtful. "Back, huh? I guess it's good to have you around."

His words hung in the air, and Hairi felt her cheeks flush. It's been a while, she repeated in her head, her heart skipping. A while, indeed. So many things had changed in that time. And yet, standing here now, it felt like everything had stayed the same.

He gave her a small, reassuring smile. "You still remember the way to the rooftop, right?"

Hairi blinked, the suggestion startling her. "The rooftop?"

Sehun nodded, stepping closer. "Yeah. I usually go up there when I need to clear my head. I... well, I'm going up there now. Would you like to join me?"

Hairi's heart fluttered. The rooftop.She didn't need to think twice.

"I'd like that," she said, offering him a small smile.

Together, they left the classroom and made their way down the hall. Hairi felt her nerves returning, but she pushed them aside. This was her chance, her moment. She could change everything if she took the right steps now.

As they approached the rooftop door, Sehun reached out and held it open for her. Hairi stepped outside, and a cool breeze brushed her face as she took in the view. The sky was tinged with pink and orange as the sun began its descent, casting a warm glow over everything below. The world felt peaceful up here, separated from the noise of the school below.

Sehun was already sitting on the ledge, his legs dangling carelessly over the side, staring out at the horizon. He looked at ease like this was the place of his sanctuary. Hairi hesitated for a moment, then walked over to sit next to him, the gap between them narrowing with each passing second.

The view was breathtaking. The city stretched out beneath them, the buildings casting long shadows over the streets as the sun dipped lower. Hairi felt a sense of calm settle over her, but also an overwhelming rush of emotions. Here she was, sitting next to Sehun on the rooftop, in the very spot where they had shared so many unspoken moments. Only this time, everything was different. She wasn't the same girl who had been too shy to say anything back then. She had been given another chance.

"So, how's the school treating you?" Sehun asked, breaking the silence with a casual tone.

Hairi blinked, startled by the question. She turned to him, meeting his gaze. There was an easygoing quality to his voice, something that made her feel like this was just another normal conversation, like nothing had changed. But everything had changed. She had changed.

"It's... a little overwhelming, but good," she replied, trying to sound casual, even though her heart was racing. "I didn't expect to come back, but I'm starting to get used to it."

Sehun smiled slightly, his eyes sparkling with something Hairi couldn't quite place. "I get that. I was the same way when I first transferred here. But it gets easier."

She nodded, looking out at the view again, her thoughts swirling. She had so much to say, so much she wanted to explain. But where would she even begin?

The quiet between them was comfortable, though, and after a moment, Sehun spoke again.

"You know," he began slowly, his voice soft, "You feel different. I don't know why, but you do."

Hairi froze, her breath caught in her throat. Was he... did he sense it? The change inside of her? She opened her mouth to speak, but the words got stuck in her throat.

Sehun looked at her curiously, a small frown crossing his features. "It's like... I don't know. There's something about you now. It's good, though. It's like you're more... you."

Hairi's heart pounded in her chest, and she felt a smile tug at her lips. More me. It was such a simple thing to say, but it felt like the key to everything. She could be herself now. She could stop hiding.

"I think... I think I've finally figured that out," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Sehun turned to face her more fully, his eyes softening. "I'm glad," he said simply. "It's good to see you like this."

At that moment, Hairi realized something—this was only the beginning. Whatever happened from here on out, this rooftop would always be their place, the place where they first found their way back to each other.

And no matter what the future held, she knew one thing for certain: it was worth fighting for.

As the sun set behind them, casting a golden glow over everything, Hairi felt a sense of peace settle in her chest.

Sehun leaned in, his lips playing with a teasing smile. "Keep looking at me like that, and I'll think you're falling for me"

Hairi smirked. "Who says I ever stopped?"

Why did I say that?

And before he could respond, she bolted for the door. "Catch me if you can!"

His laughter echoed behind her as their game was just getting started.

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