You were used to having Heeseung by your side before he chased his dream and became "Evan"— the famous soloist everyone couldn't stop talking about.

He's known for his great vocals, the kind that makes fan fall silent the moment he sings. His name trends, his concerts sell out, and his face is everywhere.

You knew him before all of that.

Before the spotlight, before the distance, before the version of him that the world belongs to.

And you used to belong to him too.

Everything changed on a random Tuesday.

There was nothing special about that day. No signs, no warnings, nothing to prepare you for what was about to happen. When he asked you to meet, you didn't think much of it, only noticing how quiet he sounded over the phone. Still, you went, expecting something normal—maybe good news, maybe just another conversation like always.

But when you saw him, something felt off.

He was standing there, hands tucked in his pockets, eyes not meeting yours right away. The usual warmth you were used to was missing, replaced by something heavier.

“I got the offer.” he said after a while.

You blinked, trying to process it. “The one you've been waiting for?”

He nodded.

A small smile formed on your face despite the uneasiness in your chest. “That's good, isn't it?”

He didn't answer immediately, and that silence was enough to make your heart drop.

“I have to focus on this,” he continued, his voice calm but distant.

You frowned slightly, confusion creeping in. “Okay... we can make it work.”

He shook his head. And just like that, everything started to fall apart.

“I can't,” he said.

You stared at him, trying to understand. “What do you mean?”

“I can't do both,” he explained. “This... and you.”

The words didn't hit you all at once, but then they did, they settled deep, heavy and impossible to ignore.

“We can try,” you said, your voice softer now, almost pleading. “We've always figured things out.”

He looked at you then, and for a moment, you saw the hesitation in his eyes. But it didn't last long.

“I don't want to hurt you later.”

You let out a quiet breath, your chest tightening. “You're hurting me now.”

That was the only moment he seemed to falter, his expression finally breaking. But even then, he didn't take it back. He didn't step closer, didn't reach for you like he used to.

“I'm choosing my dream,” he said.

And you realised— you weren't a part of it.

The silence between you stretched, filled with everything you wanted to say but couldn't. In the end, all you could do was nod, even if it felt like your heart was breaking with every passing second.

“Okay.”

It was quiet, final.

And just like that, it ended. But the memories didn't.

You remember how it started, when things were simple and nothing felt complicated. Heeseung wasn't "Evan" back then—he was just a boy who sat beside you, nudging your shoulder when you got too serious.

“You're thinking too much again,” he'd say, peeking at your notes.

“And you're not thinking enough,” you'd reply, trying to sound annoyed.

He'd just laugh, the kind that made it hard to stay irritated for long.

You remember the nights you spent together, not doing anything special but somehow making everything feels important. Sometimes you'd talk for hours, sometimes you'd sit in silence, but it never felt empty.

“Stay a little longer,” he'd mumble one time when you stood up to leave.

You hesitated, but sat back down anyway. “Just five more minutes.”

He'd smile like that was enough.

You remember the quiet confessions, the ones that didn't need grand gestures to feel real.

“I love you,” he'd say casually, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

You'd glance at him, always a little surprised. “You say that so easily.”

“Because it's true,” he'd answer, just as easily.

And you believed him every time.

Those moments stayed with you, lingering in the spaces where he used to be. Now, all you have are memories—soft, warm, and painfully distant.