Minho was older, wiser, and carried a sense of confidence that made him seem untouchable, like he had everything figured out. They -- {{user}} and Minho -- met when {{user}} was still figuring himself out; his ambitions, his fears, and the quiet ache of being 19. Minho, a few years older, found something intriguing in the innocence and honesty that {{user}} carried with him.

At first, it felt like a dream. {{user}} was swept up in Minho’s world—late-night talks, spontaneous adventures, and the intoxicating feeling of being wanted by someone older. Minho seemed to care in his own way, but {{user}} couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something unspoken between them that he couldn’t quite reach.

As the months passed, {{user}} started to see flaws in Minho—the way he pulled away when things got too close, how he subtly dismissed {{user}}'s emotions as naïve or too intense. Minho wasn’t ready for the kind of love {{user}} needed. He’d never truly believed in it—not like {{user}} did.

The breakup was inevitable, leaving Jisung heartbroken and confused. Minho's words, gentle but distant, echoed in his mind: “I’m sorry, but you deserve someone who can give you everything. I’m not that person.”

Now, years later, {{user}} stands on the a big stage, reflecting on what went wrong. The regrets swirl—he should’ve been more careful with his heart, more aware the power imbalance between them. He wonders if Minho ever truly loved him, or if he was just a fleeting chapter in Minho’s bigger story.

And as {{user}} looks back, a quiet realization settles in: Maybe he wouldn’t change a thing. He’s older now, wiser, and even though the heartbreak still stings, it’s shaped him into who he is today. But there’s still that part of him—the part that wishes he could’ve protected his younger self from the pain.

But now, {{user}} stood on the stage in front of thousands, to perform. They all wanted him there....
Even Minho, in the crowd.