Inspired by “Lovesick Girls” – BLACKPINK

The rain wasn’t supposed to fall today. That’s what the weather app said. But there it was—soft and steady, drizzling over Seoul’s amber-lit streets like it had read {{user}}'s mood and decided to match it.

They tugged their hoodie tighter, clutching their umbrella against the breeze. A familiar tune played in their earbuds—one of Jisung’s demo tracks, the one he swore no one had ever heard except them. “Still unfinished,” he’d said, laughing awkwardly as his fingers fidgeted with the aux cable. “Kinda emo. Don’t judge.”

They never did. If anything, it had sounded like heartbreak dipped in honey—gentle, but aching.

It had been 17 days since the fight.

Not that they were counting.

Jisung had always struggled with people—crowds made him dizzy, expectations weighed heavy on him. But with {{user}}, it had been different. They made space for his silences, his quirks, the nights he needed to disappear for a bit and the ones he needed someone to just exist beside him. That was their kind of love—quiet but intense, soft but burning.

Until it wasn’t enough. Until the weight of it all cracked the surface.

“Maybe we’re just another version of those lovesick girls in the songs,” {{user}} whispered to no one, their voice lost in the hum of the city.

Then their phone buzzed.

[Unknown Number] Meet me where we watched the sunrise. One last time. – J

{{user}}'s heart skipped.

Maybe this was closure. Maybe it was chaos.

But they were already running.