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you had once believed in love with every ounce of your being. in fact, there was a time when you thought you had found the one â the person who would stand by your side through everything. you had fallen deeply, recklessly, for someone who promised you the world. they painted love as a grand adventure, filled with excitement, passion, and endless possibilities.
but over time, the cracks in that perfect image began to show. it started small â forgotten dates, unanswered texts, subtle shifts in how they spoke to you. you convinced yourself it was nothing, that everyone has off days, but as the weeks turned into months, it became impossible to ignore.
love, which had once felt all-encompassing, began to feel suffocating. you poured your heart out, tried to communicate, to hold onto what you thought was slipping away, but it felt like you were grasping at air. then, it all came crashing down one fateful night.
you discovered the truth in the most painful way â through a mutual friend who had seen your partner with someone else. when you confronted them, they didnât deny it. instead, they gave you a half-hearted apology, claiming they didnât want to hurt you but had âfallen out of love.â the words shattered you, echoing in your mind long after they were gone.
what hurt the most wasnât the betrayal itself, but the way they had led you to believe everything was fine. youâd been giving your all to someone who had already checked out of the relationship, leaving you to fall alone. after that, you swore off love.
"i would never fall in love again..."
you couldnât risk going through that again â feeling that kind of vulnerability, only for it to be used against you. the heartbreak left a deep scar and no matter how much time passed, the pain lingered. you convinced yourself that love was dangerous, that it was better to build walls than to allow anyone close enough to tear you apart again.
so, you buried your heart under layers of fear and mistrust, choosing solitude over the risk of being hurt again. even though a part of you longed for love, you told yourself it was safer this way. no one could hurt you if you never let them in.
but deep down, you still wondered â was it possible for someone to love you the way you had always dreamed of, without breaking your heart in the process?
the city lights blurred as the rain streamed down the window, streaking in patterns that felt oddly soothing. you sat in the café, absentmindedly swirling the foam in your coffee. the soft murmur of conversations around you faded into the background as your thoughts wandered, floating somewhere between the present and the past.
it had been almost two years since youâd last allowed yourself to feel anything for anyone. the memory of your last relationship still lingered like a shadow, darkening every thought of love and trust. you used to believe in love at first sight, in the romantic ideals that so many around you seemed to find effortlessly. but after him â after the betrayal, the promises broken so easily... you werenât sure you believed in much of anything anymore. so you swore off relationships. you swore off anything that could make you feel that vulnerable again.
the cafĂ© door opened with a soft chime, letting in a gust of wind and a handful of raindrops. you didnât bother looking up at first. it wasnât until you heard your name â spoken with a warmth you hadnât heard in years, that your heart skipped a beat. ây/n?â
you froze, your breath catching in your throat. you knew that voice. slowly, hesitantly, you raised your eyes from your coffee cup and found yourself staring directly into the kind, familiar face of yang jungwon.
he was soaked from the rain, his black hair sticking to his forehead, and his clothes damp from the downpour. but he still had that smile. that same soft, boyish smile you remembered from when you were younger. it was the kind of smile that could make the world feel a little less heavy, a little less complicated.
you blinked, struggling to find words. âjungwonâŠ?âhe let out a soft laugh, shaking his head as he ran a hand through his wet hair. âyeah, itâs me. long time no see!â
long time indeed. the two of you had been inseparable when you were kids. you grew up on the same street, spent your summers playing together in the neighborhood park, and shared all your childhood secrets under the old oak tree in your backyard. but as you got older, life had pulled you in different directions, and eventually, you lost touch. it had been years since you last saw him, but now, here he was â standing in front of you like no time had passed at all.
you offered him a small smile, though your heart was racing. âyeah⊠itâs been a while.â
jungwonâs eyes softened as he slid into the seat across from you, still smiling. âi couldnât stay away forever, though.â
the conversation flowed more easily than you expected. you asked about what heâd been up to, and he told you about how heâd been focusing on his music career with enhypen, how busy life had been since debuting and how much he missed home. as he spoke, you realized something: jungwon had always been there for you. he had always been the kind of person who knew how to make you laugh when you were down, who listened when no one else would, who cared in ways that felt too easy, too genuine.
over the next few weeks, Jungwon kept his promise of not staying away. âi'll never let you go again like i did.â
he started texting you casually, checking in and asking if you wanted to hang out. at first, you were hesitant. youâd built walls around your heart, walls that you werenât ready to let anyone, especially Jungwon, break down. but oh how patient he was. he didnât push, didnât demand anything from you. he was just⊠there. and that, you realized, was more than enough.
one night, as the autumn chill began to set in, you found yourself sitting beside him on a park bench, the same park you used to play in as kids. the leaves crunched underfoot as the two of you walked, your breath visible in the crisp air. for a while, neither of you spoke. the silence between you was comfortable, filled with the unspoken understanding that had always existed between you and jungwon. finally, he broke the quiet.
âdo you remember the time we buried a time capsule here?â he asked, his voice soft and full of nostalgia.
you laughed, the memory surfacing easily. âyeah. we were, what, ten? you insisted we dig it up in exactly twenty years.â
he grinned. âtwenty years seemed like a lifetime back then. but now it doesnât seem that long, does it?â you shook your head, smiling despite yourself. âno. it really doesnât.â
the conversation drifted after that and as you walked, you found yourself wondering how things had changed so much, and yet, how some things remained the same.
jungwon was still jungwon: kind, patient, and steady. but you⊠you werenât the same person you used to be. youâd been hurt, betrayed by someone you thought you could trust. and even though you wanted to believe that things could be different with jungwon, the fear was still there. the fear of opening up, of trusting again, of letting yourself love someone only to be hurt in the end.
jungwon seemed to sense your hesitation, though he never said anything. instead, he let you take the lead, never asking for more than you were willing to give.
it wasnât until one particularly difficult night that things began to shift.
you had a terrible day at work â stress piling up, and your boss breathing down your neck. by the time you got home, you felt like you were on the verge of breaking. you hadnât planned on calling jungwon but before you knew it, your fingers were dialing his number.
he picked up on the first ring. ây/n? everything okay?âhis voice was so warm, so gentle, that it nearly broke you.
you swallowed hard, trying to keep the tears at bay. âi⊠i donât know. i just⊠i didnât want to be alone tonight.â
there was a pause on the other end and then jungwon spoke again, his voice filled with understanding. âiâll be there in ten minutes.â
true to his word, jungwon showed up at your door, still dressed in his usual laid-back fashion: a hoodie and jeans, but with a concerned look in his eyes. he didnât ask any questions. he didnât need to. he simply pulled you into a hug and for the first time in a long time, you allowed yourself to lean into him, to feel the comfort and warmth of someone who truly cared.
he stayed with you that night, not saying much, just keeping you company. the two of you sat on your couch, wrapped in a blanket, watching some random movie that neither of you were really paying attention to. and for the first time in years, you felt⊠safe. you felt like maybe, just maybe, you could trust someone again.
over the following months, things between you and jungwon slowly, cautiously, began to change.
he was still patient, still kind, but there was something else there now â something that neither of you wanted to acknowledge outright but both of you felt all the same. it was in the way his hand would brush against yours when the two of you walked together, the way he looked at you like you were the only person that mattered in the world, the way your heart fluttered every time you saw his name pop up on your phone.
and yet, you were still scared. scared of letting yourself fall, scared of what would happen if you did. scared of the inevitable hurt that you were certain would come. but jungwon⊠jungwon never seemed to doubt.
he never wavered in his feelings, never hesitated to show you, in small ways, how much he cared. he never pushed you to say anything you werenât ready to say, never made you feel like you had to rush.
after a quiet dinner together, you found yourself standing outside your apartment building, the cool breeze ruffling your hair as you looked up at him. the streetlights cast a warm glow over his face, and for a moment, you let yourself imagine what it would be like â what it would feel like â to let yourself fall.
âjungwon,â you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper. he looked down at you, his eyes full of warmth and patience. âiâm scared.â
he didnât ask why. he didnât need to. instead, he reached out, gently taking your hand in his. âi know,â he murmured. âbut iâm not going anywhere. iâll wait as long as you need. iâve waited this long, havenât I?â
âoh, let me hold you.â
the sincerity in his voice made your heart clench. you werenât used to this â to someone waiting for you, understanding your fears, and staying despite them. it was terrifying and comforting all at once. you were so used to love being fleeting, to it slipping through your fingers before you had a chance to grasp it. but with jungwon, it was different. love wasnât rushing you. love was patient, steady, waiting for you to catch up.
you exhaled slowly, the weight of the moment pressing down on you but not in a way that suffocated. instead, it felt grounding â like maybe, for the first time in a long time, you were exactly where you were supposed to be.
"i donât want to hurt you," you whispered, your voice breaking at the edges, your greatest fear slipping into the open. "i donât want to mess this up."
jungwonâs hand tightened around yours, the warmth of his skin grounding you in that moment. his gaze softened as he looked at you, his eyes filled with nothing but understanding.
âyou wonât,â he said softly, his voice steady and sure. âweâre in this together, okay? and no matter what happens, iâm not going anywhere. i promise.â
the weight of his words hung between you, sinking deep into your chest. you wanted to believe him. more than anything, you wanted to believe that maybe this time would be different. that maybe, just maybe, love wouldnât leave you in ruins again.
you nodded, your throat tight with unshed tears. "okay." jungwon smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling in that familiar, boyish way. âokay.â
the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months.
jungwon became a constant presence in your life, not just a reminder of the past, but a promise of a future. slowly, piece by piece, you began to let your walls down. it wasnât easy. there were nights when the fear would creep back in, the memories of your past heartbreak lingering like a ghost in the corners of your mind. but every time you faltered, jungwon was there, steady and unshakable, waiting for you with open arms.
you found yourself sitting on your couch, curled up next to him as a movie played in the background. you werenât paying attention to the screen, though. instead, your focus was on the way jungwonâs arm was draped over your shoulders, his fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on your skin.
âhey, jungwon?â you asked, your voice quiet in the stillness of the room.
âhm?â he hummed, not taking his eyes off the screen, though you could tell from the tone of his voice that he was listening.
âi've been thinking.âyou stated, hesitation dripping from your sentence, as he turned his head to look at you, his expression soft but curious. âabout what?â
you hesitated for a moment, chewing on your bottom lip as you tried to find the right words. âabout us. about⊠everything. jungwon didnât say anything, but he shifted slightly, turning his body toward you so that he could give you his full attention. you appreciated that about him â how he always made you feel like what you had to say mattered, like he was truly listening.
âi guess iâve just been⊠scared. scared of letting myself feel this way again. but iâm starting to realize that maybe⊠maybe itâs okay to be scared. maybe thatâs just part of it, you know?â
jungwonâs eyes softened, his expression unreadable, but you could see the tenderness there, the quiet understanding. he reached out, his fingers brushing against your cheek in a way that made your heart stutter.
âyou donât have to be scared with me, y/n,â he murmured, his voice low and full of quiet conviction. âiâm not going anywhere. iâve never gone anywhere, and i never will.â
his words washed over you, filling the cracks in your heart with a warmth you hadnât felt in years. it wasnât an all-consuming fire, the way love had felt before. it wasnât a storm, sweeping you up in its intensity. no, this was different. this was the kind of love that grew slowly, quietly, until one day you woke up and realized it had been there all along. and suddenly, you werenât scared anymore.
that night, everything changed.
as the movie played on in the background, you found yourself leaning into him, your head resting against his chest. his heartbeat was steady beneath your ear, a quiet reminder of everything heâd promised you. and in that moment, you let yourself believe it. you let yourself believe in him. âi love you, jungwon.â
"i would never fall in love again until... i found you."
the words slipped out before you had time to second-guess them, before you could let your fear hold you back. you felt him stiffen slightly beside you, and for a moment, your heart stopped. but then his arms tightened around you, pulling you closer.
âi love you too,â he whispered, his voice soft but filled with certainty. âiâve always loved you.â the weight of those words settled over you and for the first time in years, you felt something you hadnât dared to feel in a long time. hope.
the months that followed were a slow and steady unraveling of everything youâd built to protect yourself.
with Jungwon, you didnât need walls. you didnât need to hide behind your fear. because for the first time, you were with someone who didnât just say they loved you â he expressed it, every single day. in the way he held your hand, in the way he listened when you spoke, in the way he never once made you feel like you were too much or not enough. he just⊠loved you. and that was more than you ever thought you deserved.
one night, as the two of you sat on the roof of your apartment building, watching the sun set over the city, you realized just how far youâd come. youâd let yourself love again. youâd let yourself trust again. qnd it was all because of him.
âi was so scared,â you admitted softly, your voice barely above a whisper as you leaned into his side. âi was scared of getting hurt again. but you⊠you made me realize that love doesnât have to hurt.â
jungwon smiled, his arm wrapped around your shoulders as he pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head. âlove isnât supposed to hurt,â he murmured. âitâs supposed to heal. and iâm going to spend the rest of my life making sure you never feel that kind of hurt again.â
you turned your head to look at him, your heart swelling in your chest at the sight of his warm, gentle smile. he looked at you like you were the only person in the world, like you were the most important thing in his life. and maybe you were. âi believe you,â you whispered, your voice steady and sure. and for the first time, you realized that you truly did.
years from now, when you look back on that moment, youâll remember it as the day you finally found yourself.
you found love. you found trust. you found someone who would never let you fall. and most importantly, you found the courage to believe in love again.
"i was lost within the darkness but then i found him... i found you."
because until you found jungwon, you didnât think love could be like thisâsteady, unwavering, and kind. you didnât think it was something you were capable of feeling again. but with him, you knew. you knew that love wasnât just a feeling. it was a choice. a choice to stay, to trust, and to believe in the future, no matter how scary it might seem.
and with him, you knew you would always choose love.
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you were already regretting coming to the library early, not because you didnât like being there, but because he was. park sunghoon. you cursed under your breath as you spotted him in your usual spot, his head buried in a textbook and his fingers tapping rapidly on his laptop.
he didnât need to look up to know you were there â he could probably sense the irritation radiating off you. the two of you had been in an unspoken competition since freshman year. you didnât even remember how it started. one moment, you were both at the top of the class; the next, every assignment, test and lecture had become a game of who could outdo the other.
âmorning,â he said, without bothering to look up. his voice was laced with that trademark indifference that drove you insane.
âmorning,â you replied stiffly, taking the table beside him. you didnât want to acknowledge him further but the fact that he was there â quiet, focused, and somehow always two steps ahead â kept you from fully focusing on your own work.
a few minutes later, you heard the soft thud of his notebook closing. âcanât believe youâre here this early. got something to prove?âyou shot him a look, one eyebrow raised. âi could say the same about you.âyou stated as he shrugged. âmaybe we both do.â
that was always how it was with sunghoon. conversations were battles of wit, and every smile or smirk was a carefully calculated move. you sighed, trying to ignore the slight tightening in your chest that came whenever you interacted with him. you hated how much space he took up in your thoughts, how much he affected you without even trying.
the rivalry persisted for two and a half years. sunghoon was frustratingly brilliant, always just ahead of you in every course. he never gloated, though â no, he was far more subtle than that. his victory came in the form of quiet smirks when test scores were handed back or the slight raise of his eyebrow when a professor praised one of his points over yours during a discussion.
it wasnât until senior year, when your professor announced that the final capstone project would be completed in pairs, that your world collided more directly with his.
âpartners?â you repeated, staring at the professor in disbelief. sunghoon, sitting a few seats away, looked equally shocked. for a moment, you thought you saw a flicker of something â displeasure, maybe? but it quickly disappeared, replaced by his usual unreadable expression.
âyes,â the professor said, with a smile that seemed a little too pleased. âi think the two of you will work exceptionally well together. exceptionally well together. you stifled a groan. if only they knew.
the first meeting wasnât ideal. you tried to keep it professional, focusing on splitting up the tasks logically so youâd each have your own part to do. sunghoon, however, seemed less interested in working separately.
âitâs a group project,â he said, leaning back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest. âwe should work together on everything.â
âthatâs not efficient,â you countered. âif we divide the work properly, we can get it done faster.â retaliating as you flipped through the syllabus and marking key.
âbut this project is supposed to be a collaboration,â he replied, voice annoyingly calm. âwe can bounce ideas off each other, catch things the other person might miss.â you stared at him, trying to hold back your frustration. he wasnât wrong but you hated that he always had a counterpoint. âfine,â you muttered, relenting for now. âbut weâre going to need a schedule.â
weeks passed and much to your surprise, working with sunghoon wasnât as terrible as youâd expected. sure, you still had your disagreements â he was a perfectionist, you were more pragmatic but you couldnât deny that he was a good partner. smart, reliable, and (though you hated to admit it) thoughtful in a way that you hadnât expected.
there were late nights spent in the library, both of you bent over laptops, quietly typing and researching away. the rivalry between you still lingered, but it softened. somewhere between the shared coffee runs and discussions about data points, something shifted. it wasnât obvious at first, but you started to notice things: how he sometimes brought you your favorite coffee without asking or how heâd pause his work to listen carefully when you spoke about a new idea.
it became easier to talk to him, to work alongside him without feeling like you were constantly on edge. the tension was still there but it was different now, more of an undercurrent than an outright competition.
one evening, after yet another long session in the library, the two of you stepped out into the cold air. the campus was quiet, the sky dark and a light dusting of snow covered the ground. you rubbed your hands together, trying to stave off the chill, when sunghoon suddenly nudged you with his elbow. âcold?â he asked, his breath visible in the freezing air.
you shot him a look. âobviously.â without saying anything, he shrugged off his scarf and handed it to you. âhere. you didnât bring one.â
you blinked at him, confused by the unexpected gesture. âuh... thanks?â you said, hesitating before wrapping it around your neck. it smelled faintly of his cologne, and you mentally cursed yourself for noticing. âyouâre welcome,â he said simply, his voice softer than usual.
the two of you walked in silence for a bit before sunghoon spoke again, his tone unusually thoughtful. âyou know, i always thought working with you would be⊠harder.â
you looked at him, your brow furrowed. âyou thought i would be difficult?â
âi mean.. youâre competitive,â he said, smirking. âbut so am i. i guess i just thought weâd clash more.â
you couldnât help but laugh softly, shaking your head. âi guess weâre not as bad as we thought.â
âguess not,â he agreed, his smirk softening into a small, genuine smile.
that smile â it was rare but it was the first time you felt something shift inside you. maybe sunghoon wasnât just the academic rival you had built him up to be. maybe there was more to him than the competition, the quiet smirks and the top grades. maybe, just maybe, you could see yourself wanting to be around him beyond just the project.
the project neared completion, and so did your final semester. with graduation looming, everything seemed more real. youâd have to part ways soon, move on with your separate lives. you hated how that thought made your stomach sink.
one night, as you both sat in the library, finalizing the last few details of your work, you found yourself glancing at him more often than usual. his brow was furrowed, his lips pressed together in concentration. for the first time, you werenât thinking about how to outdo him or get ahead. you were thinking about what it would be like to miss him.
âhey,â sunghoonâs voice cut through your thoughts, bringing you back to the present. âwhatâs up?â
you shook your head. ânothing. just⊠thinking.âhe raised an eyebrow, clearly curious âabout?â
âabout how weird itâll be once this project is over...â you admitted, surprised at how easily the words came out. âweâve spent so much time together these past few months. itâs going to feel⊠strange, i guess?â
sunghoonâs expression softened and he leaned back in his chair, studying you for a moment. âyeah,â he said quietly. âiâve been thinking about that too.â
there was a pause, and then almost hesitantly, sunghoon spoke again. âyou know, we donât have to stop hanging out just because the projectâs over.â
you looked at him, your heart skipping a beat. âwhat are you saying?â
âiâm saying,â he began, a small smile tugging at his lips, âthat maybe I donât want this to end. the project, the coffee runs, the⊠whatever this is.â
you stared at him, your heart pounding in your chest. for once, there were no academic scores to worry about, no competition, no rivalry. it was just you and him, and the possibility of something more.
âi think iâd like that too,â you said softly, feeling a warmth spread through you despite the chilly air.
sunghoonâs smile widened and for the first time, it felt like you were truly on the same pageâno rivalry, no tension. just the two of you.
and that, you realized, was something youâd never expected, but had always quietly hoped for.
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the first snow of the season had arrived in Seoul, blanketing the city in a serene layer of white. the gentle light of dawn filtered through the cream-coloured curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. you stirred awake, feeling the comforting weight of sunghoon's arm draped over you. his steady breathing and the warmth of his body made the morning feel serene and perfect.
you turned your head slightly to see sunghoon still asleep, a peaceful smile on his face. the first snow of the season was falling outside, and you could see the flakes drifting past the window. it was as if the world had been dusted with a layer of magic.
quietly, you slipped out of bed and wrapped yourself in a cozy robe. you tiptoed to the window and pulled back the curtains, revealing a picturesque scene. the city streets were blanketed in white, and the rooftops looked like something out of a fairytale.
just then, you heard sunghoon stir behind you. he propped himself up on one elbow before standing up and heading over to you, blinking sleepily. âmorning baby,â he said as he enveloped you in his arms, wrapping you in a back hug. his voice a soft murmur as his eyes followed your gaze to the window, and a bright smile spread across his face. âlooks like weâre in for a perfect snow day.â
you turned to him, feeling your heart flutter at the sight of his sleepy smile. âitâs beautiful. did you have something in mind for today?â
sunghoonâs eyes twinkled with excitement as he admired you from below. âhow about we make the most of it? i thought we could head out and enjoy the snow. i even brought my camera to capture and film all the fun.â you nodded enthusiastically, "that sounds perfect hoonie."
after a quick breakfast together â some warm toast and fresh fruit â you both bundled up in your winter gear. sunghoon put on his favorite coat and wrapped a scarf around his neck, and you admired how he looked so effortlessly stylish even in the cold.
with a playful grin, sunghoon grabbed his camera and led you outside. the snow had thickened overnight, and each step you took created a satisfying crunch. he started snapping pictures of the snowy landscape and of you, as you admired the winter wonderland around you.
âbaby, letâs start with some snow angels!â he suggested. you both headed to a nearby open field, and with a burst of energy, flopped down into the soft snow. the coolness of the snow against your skin was refreshing and as you moved your arms and legs to make angels, you could hear sunghoon laughing behind his camera.
his laughter was infectious, and you found yourself giggling as he showed you the photos heâd taken â some with you looking completely engrossed in making snow angels and others with him trying to create his own, looking hilariously serious.
soon enough, a snowball fight began. sunghoon ducked behind a snowbank, grinning mischievously as he readied his first snowball. you tried to defend yourself, but his playful aim was too good. snowballs flew through the air and the two of you ended up in a flurry of snow and laughter.
after a while, both of you were breathless and laughing hard. âhow about we warm up?â sunghoon suggested, his cheeks flushed from the cold and excitement.
you agreed and he led you to a nearby café that looked like a cozy haven. the café was warm and inviting, with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods filling the air. you both settled into a corner booth, still chuckling from the snowball fight.
as you sipped your hot cocoa and sunghoon enjoyed his coffee, he pulled out his camera to show you the photos from earlier. each picture and videos were a snapshot of the dayâs joy â snowflakes catching in your hair, candid laughter, and playful moments.
âthese are the cutest hoon,â you said, your eyes lighting up as you looked through the photos. âyouâve captured everything so perfectly."
sunghoonâs smile was soft and sincere. âi wanted to make sure we had something to remember this day by. itâs been really special.â
after you finished your drinks, you both decided to take a leisurely walk along the river. the snow was still falling gently, and the riverbanks looked serene and untouched. sunghoon took more photos as you strolled hand in hand, capturing the tranquility of the snowy scene and the warmth of your moments together.
when you reached a quaint bridge overlooking the river, sunghoon paused and took a photo of the two of you with the snowy landscape as the backdrop. he looked at you with a tender expression. âtoday has been amazing. Iâm so glad we got to share it together.â
you leaned in closer, feeling a deep sense of contentment and smiled at him. âi couldnât agree more. this has been one of the best days ever.â
as the sun began to set and the snowlight faded to twilight, sunghoon walked you back to your home. outside, you both lingered, not wanting to let the day end. he showed you one last photo â a beautiful shot of the two of you with snowflakes falling gently around you, looking truly happy. âthis is my favorite,â he said softly. âitâs like a perfect memory of today.â
you took his hand and squeezed it gently, feeling a rush of affection. âthank you for making today so special hoon. i'll cherish these memories forever.â
sunghoon smiled warmly and pulled you into a gentle hug. he then leaned in, his eyes locking with yours. âiâm really glad we got to spend today together."
before you could respond, sunghoonâs lips brushed against yours in a tender kiss. the moment felt timeless, surrounded by the gentle snowfall and the soft glow of the streetlights. you kissed him back, feeling the warmth and love between you. as you finally pulled away, sunghoon rested his forehead against yours. âsee you soon, okay?â
âdefinitely,â you replied, your heart full. with one last, heartfelt smile, sunghoon walked away, his footsteps crunching softly in the snow. you watched him go, feeling that this snowy day had been truly magical. the snowflakes continued to fall, each one a reminder of the beautiful moments youâd shared together.
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