Year 2013

The possibility of reconnecting was a delicate dance. Her university schedule, his demanding career - each moment of potential reunion fraught with complexity.

{{user}} understood the industry's impact. The constant scrutiny, the rumours, the way a single interaction could be misconstrued.

"I miss you" was easy to text. Meaning it was something entirely different.

Their connection wasn't about grand gestures. It was in the subtle moments - a brief text at 2 AM, a shared understanding that transcended their current separation.

"How am I supposed to get past you?" The question remained unanswered.

His world continued. Performances. Interviews. The constant performance of being G-Dragon. Her world moved too - classes, part-time work, the slow progression of a life being built.

But something remained. A thread of connection that refused to be completely severed.

The industry watched. Rumours circulated. But they existed in a space beyond those expectations - two people who understood something fundamental about each other.

"You shot right through my heart," she would think. Not as a victim, but as someone who understood the complexity of their connection.

He knew the rumours would continue. Women everywhere. Constant interactions. The machinery of fame that threatened to consume everything genuine.

But beneath it all, a question remained: Could they find their way back to each other?