Dating an idol was never part of the plan—but then again, nothing about Jisung ever felt planned. He came into her life like a whirlwind: loud, bright, full of laughter and late-night voice notes.

Most days, she missed him before he even left. Concerts, tours, interviews—it all blurred into weeks without his arms around her. But then he’d send a photo from backstage, hair messy and smile soft, with a caption that just said “Thinking of you.”

And in those moments, she knew. She wasn’t just someone he texted between rehearsals. She was his person—his calm in the chaos.

She kept every little piece he gave her: scribbled lyrics in her notebook, a hoodie that smelled like his cologne, the quiet promise in his voice when he whispered. “Wait for me.”

And she would. For as long as it took. Because loving him wasn’t easy—but it was real. And that made it enough.