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Heartstrings

Part 1

(Part 2)

The night Jeno announced his relationship felt like the world stopped spinning. His smile was wide, radiant even, as he laced his fingers with hers and said, “We’re dating!” The words echoed in the air, loud and unrelenting. The cheers and congratulations from the group only added to the sting.

Days earlier, in a quiet moment with Chenle, it had all come tumbling out—the feelings, the longing, the hopeless crush. Chenle had encouraged it, saying, “You should tell him. Who knows? He might feel the same.” It turned out he didn’t. Worse, he’d overheard.

But Jeno never said anything. Not a rejection, not an apology, not even a word of acknowledgment. It wasn’t until Chenle quietly explained what happened that everything made sense. Jeno had chosen silence. And now, he was happily in love—with someone else.

Swallowing the heartbreak, pretending it didn’t matter, became a daily ritual. Moving on wasn’t easy, but staying still felt impossible. That’s when someone new came along—a guy who seemed nice enough to distract from the ache. He was attentive, kind, everything you thought you needed to patch the cracks in your heart. At first.

Then his true colors started showing. Small comments that felt like jabs. Smiles that didn’t quite reach his eyes. Every interaction began to feel more like a transaction than a connection. Yet somehow, breaking away felt harder than staying.

Everyone noticed. The quiet concern in their glances, the subtle questions. Even Jeno seemed to watch more closely, his usual carefree demeanor replaced with something unreadable.

“Can I talk to you?” Jeno asked one night, long after the others had left. His tone was softer than usual, almost hesitant.

You turned, wary. “What’s this about?”

“That guy…” He hesitated, running a hand through his hair. “He’s not good for you. You don’t seem happy.”

A bitter laugh slipped out. “And you’re the judge of what makes me happy?”

“I’m not trying to judge,” he said quickly, stepping closer. “But I care. I hate seeing you with someone who doesn’t treat you the way you deserve.”

“You don’t get to say that,” you shot back, your voice sharp. “Not after everything. You were happy to stay quiet when it mattered. Now, suddenly, you care?”

His expression shifted, a flicker of something close to guilt flashing in his eyes. “I should have said something then. I know that now.”

“Well, it’s too late for that, isn’t it?” Your voice wavered, betraying the fragile hold you had on your emotions. “You’re happy. You have her. So why are you here?”

Jeno didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he looked at you with a kind of intensity that made your heart ache. “Because I can’t stand watching you get hurt. Not like this.”

The words hung heavy in the air, unspoken emotions crackling like static between you. You opened your mouth to respond, but the sound of your phone vibrating broke the moment. It was a message from him, the guy who was supposed to be your escape. The preview on the screen showed just enough to send your stomach sinking.

Jeno saw it, too. His jaw clenched. “Is that him?”

You didn’t answer, your fingers trembling as you locked the phone. His gaze stayed fixed on you, a mixture of frustration and something else you couldn’t quite place.

“Don’t let him hurt you anymore,” Jeno said, his voice low. “Please.”

You turned away, gripping the phone tightly, unsure if the ache in your chest was from the message—or the way Jeno’s words lingered, filling the silence with questions you didn’t know how to answer.

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Heartstrings

Part 2

The streetlight overhead flickered, casting long shadows over the sidewalk as you stood there, still trying to wrap your head around everything that had just happened. The air felt thick with unsaid words, but there was something in Jeno’s eyes—something softer than before—that made you hesitate.

You could feel the tension easing, but there was no escaping the ache that had settled in your chest. He was with someone else. That reality hung between you like a wall that neither of you could tear down, no matter how much you might wish it.

“I should go,” you muttered, pulling your hand away from his, breaking the small connection you’d shared.

But Jeno didn’t move. His gaze followed your every movement, but there was no pressure in it, no attempt to keep you tethered. He let you breathe, let you take a step back.

“I didn’t come here to make things harder for you,” he said, his voice quiet, almost vulnerable. “I just… I needed you to know the truth. I don’t want you thinking I’m oblivious to how things have been.”

You nodded, unsure of how to respond. The truth—his truth, the weight of it—hung between you. But it wasn’t about promises anymore. It wasn’t about what could be. It was about what was.

“You didn’t make things harder,” you whispered, more to yourself than to him. “I think I’ve been holding onto something that was never really there.”

Jeno’s expression softened, the intensity in his eyes replaced with something gentler, almost sad. “I never meant to hurt you.”

“I know,” you replied. The words were simple, but they carried the weight of everything you hadn’t been able to say before. You had spent so long burying your feelings, pretending like they didn’t matter, but now, here you were, faced with the quiet truth.

You had always cared for him—more than you ever wanted to admit. But you couldn’t keep pretending that the feelings you had for him could somehow rewrite the story of his life. He had made his choice. And you had to make yours.

There was a long silence before you finally looked at him, really looked at him, and for the first time in what felt like forever, you felt a strange sense of peace settle inside you.

“I think I’m ready to let go,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper, but it felt like a declaration. “Not just of you—of all of it. The idea that there’s something more between us. I need to move forward.”

Jeno’s face tightened for a moment, and for a second, you thought he might argue, might say something to stop you. But then he just nodded, his gaze softening. “I get it. You deserve to be happy. Truly.”

There was no awkward silence after that—just an understanding, a shared moment of acceptance. The future didn’t have to be set in stone; it was enough that you knew where you stood now.

You turned to leave, but then, as if on impulse, you glanced back. Jeno was still standing there, watching you, but this time, there was no longing, no guilt. Just a quiet kind of resignation.

And for some reason, that gave you the strength to finally walk away.

Two weeks passed, and you thought about him less and less. The ache you’d carried for so long started to fade, replaced by a new kind of clarity. You had things to focus on. You had to get your life back on track.

But then one evening, your phone buzzed. It was from him. You hadn’t expected to hear from Jeno again—not after everything.

"Can we talk? I need to know you’re okay."

Your heart skipped, but you didn’t rush to respond. You weren’t the same person who had fallen for him in the first place. The you now was someone who had learned to move forward, even if it meant facing the past in a different way.

But then another message came through, this one from the guy you’d tried to move on from.

"I’m sorry. Can we meet? I think I owe you an explanation."

You stared at the messages, unsure which direction to take. The choices ahead felt like another crossroads, and for the first time in months, you realized that this—this moment—was yours to decide.

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I tried going with a theme😭😭, idk about it honestly but I'm fine as long as Jeno exists!!!