Prologue : MAYBE IN ANOTHER LIFETIME

They say memory isn't perfect. Time blurs the details, softens what cut too deep, and turns even the hurt into something that feels far away. Maybe that's true. But when I look back, I still see us clearly: the thirteen of us, messy and loud and alive. And him - always him at the heart of the chaos, pulling strings with a smirk and a soft kind of care. This isn't a story with a big climax or some dramatic twist. It's just... the moments. The ones I remember with Jeonghan.