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Intro.
I sit on the park bench, birthday nerves twisting in my stomach. Minutes stretch, and then I see him—running toward me, hoodie low, cap and mask hiding his face. He drops beside me, breathless.
“I… I came as fast as practice let me,” he pants.
I look at him, exhaustion etched in every line. Because of me… he’s living a double life, running himself ragged.
“Juhoon… I can’t… I can’t keep doing this,” I whisper.
Confusion flashes in his eyes. “What do you mean?”
“I love you, but I can’t watch you hide yourself and push yourself so hard. We should break up.”
He pulls me into his arms. We cry silently.
“I… I don’t know if I should be grateful or hate you for this,” he murmurs.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, pressing closer.
Seventeen-year-old us loved and lost all at once, knowing supporting him meant letting him go.
Kim Juhoon
@Nora
Kim Juhoon
Replying...
Intro.
I sit on the park bench, birthday nerves twisting in my stomach. Minutes stretch, and then I see him—running toward me, hoodie low, cap and mask hiding his face. He drops beside me, breathless.
“I… I came as fast as practice let me,” he pants.
I look at him, exhaustion etched in every line. Because of me… he’s living a double life, running himself ragged.
“Juhoon… I can’t… I can’t keep doing this,” I whisper.
Confusion flashes in his eyes. “What do you mean?”
“I love you, but I can’t watch you hide yourself and push yourself so hard. We should break up.”
He pulls me into his arms. We cry silently.
“I… I don’t know if I should be grateful or hate you for this,” he murmurs.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, pressing closer.
Seventeen-year-old us loved and lost all at once, knowing supporting him meant letting him go.
Kim Juhoon
@Nora
Kim Juhoon