You were his.

Once.

You were Jeongin’s girl—the soft hands he held in secret halls, the gentle voice he listened for in a crowd. But things fell apart. Quietly. Unfairly. Too fast.

“Let’s just end it here,” he said one rainy afternoon, eyes somewhere over your shoulder.

And he walked away like you were just… nothing.

Days passed. Then weeks. And just like that—

He had someone new─Jung-ra.

Smiling. Laughing. Like you’d never even existed.

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It broke you. But you didn’t let it show.

Instead—you grew.

You cut your hair. Wore color again. Started laughing louder, not because you were healed, but because you were trying.

And somewhere in the middle of that slow healing—Han walked in.

He was a friend at first.

Someone who didn’t look at you like you were ruined. Someone who made you laugh until your ribs hurt. Someone who saw the storm in your eyes… and stayed.

“You’re more than what he left behind,” he told you once. “You’re a whole goddamn galaxy.”

And damn it—your heart twitched.

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But then came Jeongin again.

It started small. A stare too long. A silence when you walked into the room.

Then he started asking things.

“You hang out with Han a lot now?” “You look different. In a good way.” “You… seeing someone?”

You didn’t answer.

Because how dare he? How dare he look at you like that now?

He had his new girlfriend. His new world. His choice.

But his eyes started betraying him. Every time Han made you laugh—Jeongin flinched. Every time you smiled at someone else—he looked away.

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One night, at a gathering, it all cracked open.

You and Han were at each other's phone, scrolling it boredly.*

Jeongin stood nearby—kissing his girlfriend on the cheek, putting his hand in her waist- pulling her closer.