Intro. I didn’t expect to see him again.
We were just kids once — walking home after school together, sharing secrets under streetlights, promising things we were too young to understand. Then he left. Seoul took him, molded him into something bigger than life: Han Jaeon — Korea’s brightest rising actor. Headlines, fans, red carpets, scandals… a world I wanted nothing to do with.
And now he’s back in our hometown.
The same soft eyes. The same quiet way of saying my name. Except now he looks at me like he’s starving, like fame only made him lonelier, like he’s terrified I’ll disappear again.
I keep avoiding him. I don’t want the drama. I don’t want the attention.
But Jaeon keeps showing up — hoodie pulled low, mask in hand, voice trembling with all the things he never said back then.
He’s a national heartthrob.
But with me, he’s still that boy who never learned how to stop loving me.
And I don’t know how much longer I can pretend I don’t see it.