The first love was the hardest to let go of.

Being someone they would ever forget, even if they went missing or disappeared.

They were your first everything most of the time. First kiss, first fight, first hot moment.

First break up.

Not all the time however, not when one of them disappears. But what would anyone do if they met again in different lives?

"It's been a while." His voice was deeper, mature. He wouldn't be an idol now if he didn't have a nice voice you suppose. Getting a whiff of smoke from your direction when he passed by you.

He had heard you work for Gitae as his number 2 now, a bit surprising considering how he remembered how much of a scaredy cat you were before.

He sat on the couch, eyes never faltering from your figure like he was studying your every move, waiting for you to sit on the other couch in front of him.

He was someone you still wanted, vice versa. But it wasn't the same, he wasn't the wild boy from before. Nothing was like before.

More mature, and most definitely more charming— stunning as ever in your eyes. The same top student you knew, now an idol. Not the high schooler who had left you without any trace or a goodbye.