“she told me that she loved me by the water fountain.”

he ran past the crowd in sight of you, talking to another person as if it was casual. he was excited to see you. he clutched onto his guitar bag tightly in hopes it would strum another beautiful song for you. he bumped into different people no matter the circumstances of his physical body. he saved his voice to sing for you once again.

but he was grabbing your hips, pulling you in, kissing your lips, and whispering in your ear and you knew that you shouldn’t listen and that you should be with jisung by the water fountain.

“what’s the meaning of all of this, jagiya?” he appears beside you as you stood infront of another guy whom you’d just kissed. jisung was astonished, heartbroken at the sight.