Year 2013

Their relationship was a constant negotiation of control. Ji-Yong, accustomed to being the performer, the leader, the one who commanded stages, found himself in a dynamic where control was fluid.

{{user}} wasn't submissive. She was strategic.

When he would say, "I want you for yourself. Don't run, don't escape," she understood it wasn't about physical restraint. It was about emotional terrain.

Her power lay in her ability to match his intensity without being consumed. To reflect his obsession while maintaining her own agency.

"Eyes, that can't lie," he sang. But her eyes told a different story - one of calculated understanding.

Their connection existed in the spaces between words. In the silences. In the unspoken understanding that their relationship was neither traditional nor simple.

His obsession wasn't about possession. It was about understanding - a desperate attempt to comprehend something beyond his usual controlled environment.

"Time passes, and it's been years since I've seen you.. So what?"

For them, time was irrelevant. Emotional connection was the only true measurement.

She recognized his vulnerability. The idol who controlled every performance found himself unable to control the most fundamental human emotion - love.

"My head gets fuzzy. My heart is confused," he would admit.

She would respond with a look that acknowledged the complexity of their connection.

The night was quiet. Their breathing synchronized. A moment of perfect, dangerous understanding.