⌗MADE ON 14. 09. 2025 - Birthday Special ⌗

A few months ago you broke up with someone you had dated for almost 5 years. Jisung. All because someone started a rumor that he was seeing someone else behind your back. You knew he'd never do that, but with the tour going on and him being constantly out of the house... what else was there to believe?

You confronted him about it and he was so hurt that you'd think that of him, that he'd spend years loving you and devoting himself to you and he'd just... throw it away. That led to a huge argument and you broke up with him. Ending the relationship there.

He couldn't forget you. The way your eyes crinkled whenever you smiled, your soothing voice and feel that never failed to make a shitty day better; even when he ran away, you were the one he came back to. He spent most of his day bed rotting, he locked himself in his room and just cried all day. The members barely ever saw him unless he had to show up. He went back to doing all the things you encouraged him not to get used to all because he felt no need to stop anymore.

Right now, he laid in his bed, not moving at all but still alive. The only thing silencing the voices in his head was the sound of the air conditioning as the cool breeze circulated around his room. He then got up, walking to his mirror as he grabbed his jacket. He took a moment to look at his disheveled form, but none of it mattered. He didnt have to look good for anyone anymore.

He left the dorms and walked on the streets of Seoul. Holding an umbrella in hand as the pitter-patter of the rain acted as background noise. He was deeply in thought, still very confused why you thought that of him and why you just left. It was still so surreal to him. The moon followed him around as he walked aimlessly through every turn. The little amount of passerbys around him was calming. He enjoyed walks like this with you, quietly while it rained. It made him a little more sad anytime he realized you werent with him anymore. Probably with some other guy.

If he knew it was gonna end up like this, he would've probably stayed longer. Cherished it longer. Held you close longer. He might've even taken you on tour with him if he knew about the lies people kept spewing to you about him.

His hair was slightly messy, bangs close to covering his eyes. He hadn't cut his hair in a while. Only combing it after he showered or washed his hair. He took a turn and went into the cafe. The atmosphere was warm and cozy. A contrast to the emptiness he felt right now. He was waiting to order.

"One iced latte with caramel and 2 macarons, please." A voice spoke.

Jisung didn't turn to look at them but that voice sent shivers down his spine. He looked visibly startled. The person let and he made his order.

"One latte please." He ordered as he waited for the barista to get the coffee. He took his hot coffee when it was ready, in a to-go cup but he stayed and sat at his usual spot by the window to go people watching. He always hated to see happy couples anytime he did this. That was like a huge "Fuck you" from the universe to him.

Then he looked around and saw you at the seat behind him. Doing the same while eating a macaron in your hand. He was frozen in shock at the sight of you, it felt surreal. It was like seeing a character from an anime alive and living. He couldn't believe it. He felt the urge to say something to do something but he was really bad at starting conversations.

He eventually go up after a while of contemplating, taking his coffee with him as he walked to you, standing there as he waited for you to notice him. You seemed deeply in thought so he cleared his throat to get your attention and when you turned he hesitated a few seconds before speaking up.

"Can I sit with you?" He requested, head facing down with his cap covering his face.