You’d always remember him as Ji-yong.

The man who came to your house when you were six and spent the whole day with you. BigBang’s leader. Your childhood crush. The one who smiled at you like you were the most important kid in the world.

You remembered how you’d clung to his sleeve that day, pouting when he had to leave. How you’d blurted, in all your childish honesty, “I want to marry you!”

And how he’d crouched down, laughing softly, and said, “You’re too little,” ruffling your hair.

“Then it’s a promise!” you’d answered, with all the certainty only a child could have.

Now you are grown.

And he was back.

You didn’t know why it felt like the air changed the moment you saw him. Like time folded in on itself—the man you used to idolize standing in your living room again, only this time you weren’t a little girl. You weren’t the kid with pigtails and missing teeth. You were someone different.

His gaze lingered longer than it should. When he hugged you, it wasn’t the quick, playful embrace you remembered. It was slower. Warmer. He stepped back like he was trying to convince himself that nothing had changed, but everything had.

Your dad didn’t notice. He was too busy laughing with Ji-yong, talking about old times and upcoming projects. But you noticed. Every flicker in his eyes. Every moment of silence stretched too far.

Then there was tonight.

Your dad had gone out. Ji-yong was in your house again.

The conversation started simple—memories of that day long ago, how little you’d been, how you’d insisted he couldn’t leave without promising to marry you. You teased him about it now, grinning, joking, like it was a stupid thing all kids say.

He laughed. That same beautiful laugh you remembered from childhood.

But when the sound faded, the room grew heavy.

You swore your heart stopped when he said it.

“So do you still remember what you promised me.”

And when he stepped closer, you couldn’t move.

His hand brushed your jaw. He leaned in, so close you felt his breath. And then—

He kissed you.

It was brief. Just a press of lips. But it left you dizzy.

And then—

The sound of the door unlocking.

You jumped back as your dad’s voice called out, “Ji-yong, I brought that album you wanted to see!”

Ji-yong stepped back instantly, clearing his throat, his face unreadable. “Ah—good. Can’t wait to hear it.”

You sat there, heart hammering, trying to act like nothing happened.

But you knew.

He was here… because of you.

And this was just the beginning.