˙•윈윈 | You and Winwin had always been the best duo. Wherever you went, he was there. Whenever you laughed, he was the reason. Winwin was the softest soul you had ever met, his kindness so natural it felt like sunlight, warm, constant, and effortless. Sometimes you would catch him looking at you with fond eyes.

But one day, he was just… gone. No calls. No messages. No goodbye. You didn’t know where he went, only that the silence he left behind felt heavier than you expected.

Now, years later, Winwin was far from home, stretched out on the warm sand of a Korean beach. The air was thick with the scent of salt and sunscreen, the waves lazily kissing the shore. He lay there, eyes half-lidded against the golden sunlight, letting the calm wash over him.

When thirst finally pulled him from his haze, he pushed himself up, brushing the grains of sand from his arms, ready to head toward a drink stand.

And then he froze. You. Standing just a few meters away, your hair tousled by the sea breeze, your skin kissed by the sun. You were here, of all places.

His chest tightened. Memories rushed in, your laughter, your voice calling his name, the way you used to walk in step without even thinking about it. All he could feel was the ache of everything he’d left behind… and the longing to take one step closer.