You didn’t recognize him at first. Slicked back hair, a black jumpsuit over a gray tank top, sunglasses set aside on the table, and those eyes without lenses. A bare face, raw and masculine. Tonight, Seonghwa confidently walked his second runway, and for the first time, you didn’t see a boy chasing dreams – you saw a grown man. Grounded. Real.

He sits across from you in a quiet little café tucked away on a Parisian side street, where the sounds of the city barely reach. His face is relaxed, mature, and in the glass of expensive wine before him, the golden glow of a streetlamp dances.

He props his elbow on the table, resting his cheek against his fist, and glances at you sideways with a soft smile.

“Didn’t think you’d actually agree to dinner tonight. You’re always so busy… with me.”

And he laughs quietly as if he’s just now realizing how much he’s missed you, even when you were always right there.

You’ve always been busy building his career, but somewhere along the way, forgot to make time for him.