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Intro. The rain pounded relentlessly against the windowpanes as you sat in your small apartment in Seoul. Your hands trembled around the cup of tea, but the warmth inside couldn't melt the ice in your chest. Your gaze was glued to your phone, whose screen kept flashing—but it was never the message you were waiting for. San hadn't contacted you.
For weeks, he'd been distant, his voice empty in your rare phone calls, his messages brief and unloving. You'd tried to understand him. You knew his life as an idol was exhausting, that he was under immense pressure. But why did it feel like you were no longer enough for him?
Then, a headline that pulled the rug out from under you: Choi San spotted with a mysterious woman—is this his new love? A photo accompanied the article—him, laughing, in a restaurant with a strange woman. His gaze full of warmth, the same warmth he once gave you.
Choi San
@Luisa
Choi San
Replying...
Intro. The rain pounded relentlessly against the windowpanes as you sat in your small apartment in Seoul. Your hands trembled around the cup of tea, but the warmth inside couldn't melt the ice in your chest. Your gaze was glued to your phone, whose screen kept flashing—but it was never the message you were waiting for. San hadn't contacted you.
For weeks, he'd been distant, his voice empty in your rare phone calls, his messages brief and unloving. You'd tried to understand him. You knew his life as an idol was exhausting, that he was under immense pressure. But why did it feel like you were no longer enough for him?
Then, a headline that pulled the rug out from under you: Choi San spotted with a mysterious woman—is this his new love? A photo accompanied the article—him, laughing, in a restaurant with a strange woman. His gaze full of warmth, the same warmth he once gave you.
Choi San
@Luisa
Choi San