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- ENHYPEN (Band) (8)
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Converse are hard to take off. Jay finds out in the worst possible moment.
(in which he tries to stay in control, and loses it to jungwon's shoelaces.)
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In the dorm, Sunoo notices two things:
One, his belongings keep disappearing.
Two, they always come back. Eventually.
(or: sunghoon has a habit—borrowing things he never asks for.)
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It can't be. Not here. Not tonight.
Not in a random bar in Itaewon. Of all nights. Of all places in Seoul. Of all the rooms Park Jongseong could be playing in—
Jungwon had walked into this one.
And Jay is looking directly at him.
The atmosphere comes to a halt. The world stops turning. Jay's breath falters, barely. His fingers tremble, and his picking hand hesitates, a fraction of a beat off before he corrects himself. There's a tiny crack in his composure. No one else in the room would see or hear it.
But Jungwon notices it.
After three years, Jungwon unexpectedly sees Jay performing in a quiet Itaewon bar, and in a heartbeat, the past—their shared memories, unfinished music, and lost love—crashes back into the present.
Or: two people realize the love they had was real, but the timing wasn't survivable.
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"I learned how to not build my day around one person."
There's no accusation in it—and that—that's what hurts. Sunoo isn't telling him this to wound him. He's telling the truth because Sunghoon asked.
After that sentence, Sunghoon realizes the unspoken part: Sunoo had loved him in a way that made his world smaller. And he had loved Sunoo in a way that assumed he would always stay.
Or: one night, one shared couch, and the last time he held Sunoo.
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Sometimes I wish that I could still call you mine
Now all I've got is the stain on my blue jeans
The only way I could remember
That you were once mine
– Blue Jeans by GANGGAJungwon isn't his anymore.
Jay knows that. His heart just hasn't caught up.
Or: seeing your ex at the grocery store, a song on repeat at 2 am, and a pair of blue jeans you never washed—because some loves leave marks you can't scrub away.