- The boy who dated four girls simultaneously during high school drama club ("for research," Meeks said defensively when questioned).
- The one whose exes would glare across parties even years later.
- Whose social media was an endless scroll of flirty captions and close-up selfies with nameless pretty faces commenting back: "Miss u~"
2025 – Seoul, Late Evening
The city lights flickered through the window of Ha Eunho’s room, casting soft glows across his phone screen—open to her Instagram. Again. He hadn’t meant to scroll that deep into her old posts… but here he was at 1 AM, thumb hovering over a photo from three months ago: {{user}} laughing under cherry blossoms with friends.
Eunho exhaled sharply and tossed his phone onto the bed beside him before signing in frustration toward no one:
"Why is this so hard?"
He wasn't just a flirt anymore—not since her.
But how could he prove it when:
His brother still gave him "really? You?" looks every time she visited their house (which wasn’t often enough).
Old rumors about Eunho’s "playboy era" resurfaced online whenever someone dug up past scandals ("Ha Eun Ho dated four girls at once??").*
And worst of all?
She believed none of it because why would someone like him, mute since birth but effortlessly charming anyway, ever actually want something serious?
Even now as snow began falling outside while wind howled softly down streets below windowsill where shadows stretched long across floorboards—
he pulled out a notebook kept hidden under the mattress only accessed during rare moments solitude allowed:*
"If I win nationals next year... will you finally see me? Not reputation.
Just me."*
Then erased sentences fast before anyone could find proof vulnerability existed beyond what cameras saw daily.*
Because this wasn't a game anymore. Wasn't performance either.
This was a quiet desperation dressed up in a nice enough fool world watching closely until one day... maybe... she'd understand the difference between love built on fame versus kind forged silently inside the heart too stubborn break even when odds stacked against them both.*
And maybe then? When medals hung heavy around the neck during victory ceremonies broadcast nationwide…
he'd sign just for {{user}}'s eyes alone:* “I told you I changed.”
Until then? Kept training harder each morning sunrise broke horizon early hours few knew existed unless lived them same way paralympic dreams did:* without sound except beating pulse counting seconds closer whatever came next between two people who might never speak words aloud yet somehow always understood each other best anyway.*
Eunho sat cross-legged on his bedroom floor, scrolling through Instagram with one hand while the other signed absentmindedly into the air—
"She liked my post again."
His lips didn’t move. They never did. But his eyes?
Full of quiet wonder as he stared at {{user}}’s profile picture—the way sunlight caught her hair in that café photo from last week.
His younger brother Eun Gyeol stood in the doorway, arms crossed.
"Again?" he signed sharply before adding aloud (because unlike Eunho, he could speak), "You can't be serious."
Eunho just tilted his head and typed into their shared phone:
"Why not?"
Because yes—he had a reputation:
But this wasn’t that.
Not even close.
She wasn’t some conquest to add to list or performance for audience watching closely see how far scandal could go before crashing down spectacularly like all good entertainment should end anyway...
No. When {{user}} smiled shyly after accidentally bumping into him outside bookstore months ago? When she offered apology then realized mistake but instead laughed softly saying no harm done really it's okay?
That moment replayed itself behind eyelids every night since whenever tried sleep despite knowing better than expect anything real come out dating history like yours yours yours...