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“Contribution? Is this some kind of a sick joke to you Choi Hyunjun?” Moon Hyunjun asked me, looking so frustrated at my decision.
“Isn’t this also a choice you took part with?” I snapped back at him.
It made him silent. “Hyung, I would never do that to you!”
I laugh bitterly, “how can I believe you when actions are more powerful than words?”
“Hyunie hyung, love, no. You are misunderstanding what happened.” He started. “It’s not me who took part in this decision. It was the management.”
How shameful. I already heard these words before, how could I end up with the same ending, like before?
What did I do to deserve this? Was being happy with Moon Hyunjun being the price of everything?
Is this the wrong path?
Did I mistake everything as a win for me?
I took a step away and didn't want to hear it.
“But you were talking with Choi Wooje, how could you make me think otherwise?” I scoff.
“I asked for Choi Wooje’s decision hyung! I knew that they would throw you the moment Wooje’s side proposed to be a part again.”
It made me sick to the stomach.
“I want him to decline the offer so you could stay hyung!” He reasoned out.
“But he didn’t Moon Hyunjun!” I lashed out. “He wants to go back! He wants to stay with you!”
Hyunjun sighs, “I don’t want him to stay hyung, please I want to be with you.”
“But we cant be together at the same company Jjunie.” I bit my lip as it was so upsetting.
I felt so bad seeing the weak Hyunjun.
It cannot be happening. Hyunjun doesn't deserve this. I don’t deserve this.
We felt so defeated by the situation.
“I’ll leave hyung, let’s find a different team where we can be together. Fuck them, we will continue together by each other’s side.” Hyunjun hold my hand, assuring me anything, fuck that everything.
He wants us to be together.
But it cannot happen.
“Moon Hyunjun, please…” I shook my head as I started to cry.
I felt so conflicted with the situation.
“No, Choi Hyunjoon there’s no buts. I love you so much.” He squeezed my hand as I went to give him a hug.
I cried in his arms as I didn’t let go. Hell, I don’t want to let go.
He didn’t let go either. Moon Hyunjun really is fighting for this, he’s fighting for us.
I love him so much. Please don’t be so cruel against us.
I just wish us to stay together. To be together.
Is it too much to ask?
This situation is something I could never imagine I would be so conflicted with my life, it was something different.
More harder than dreaming of going to LPL.
Moon Hyunjoon gives me a lot of reasons to stay no matter what’s at stake, I am willing to risk everything for him.
Why is this happening right now? When we are already here.
He decided to break the hug as he faced me, he cupped my cheeks as he broke a laugh.
“Hyunie’s already so puffed up. I’m so sorry I did not tell you what happened that day. I wanted for you to treasure that day, the day where you just had your first win, your first world’s victory. It’s something I want for you to enjoy and savor as moments like that do not last that long.”
It made me so guilty, I did not know how he’s so sentimental. How he wants to protect me, this Jjunie really.
“You made me feel so bad.” I cried as I buried my face in his chest.
I felt guilty! I did not know that he’s thinking this way. I just went straight to my assumption without reaching out to him, without asking him first.
“You don't need to be sorry, Hyunie. That’s normal, I should have talked to you about this earlier. I’m sorry, Jjunie’s sorry. Please forgive me.”
How can someone resist this guy?
I stopped myself from crying and faced him while shaking my head, “No, I should be saying sorry.”
“Love, stop being apologetic.”
I stood a few steps behind him, arms crossed, not from anger anymore—just unsure what to do with everything still sitting between us.
“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” I said, voice low. Honest.
He glanced back, “I know love,” he said after a beat. “I just—” He shook his head, biting down whatever came next. “I missed you.”
That cracked something open.
I closed the space between us slowly, not touching yet. “You always do this,” he said, softer now. “Act like you’re made of stone when you’re all light underneath.”
He gave a breath of a laugh, eyes on my mouth now. “And you talk too much.”
“Then shut me up.”
His breath hitched, but he didn’t move away. I lifted a hand, letting his fingers brush the side of his face, tentative. He leaned into it—just barely—but it was enough.
When our lips met, it wasn’t fire. It wasn’t frantic.
It was slow. A murmur of apology. A quiet promise
I kissed him like I was afraid he might disappear again, lips warm, careful. His hands came up to my shoulders, pulling me closer with aching slowness. No more tension. Just softness. Just breath.
“I love you.” I smile.
“I love you too, Choi Hyunjoon.”
We shared the night of not thinking about our present but us.
Only us.
Where we want to keep ourselves just for each other without any worries, without facing the battles, the fears, the set backs, and challenges awaiting for us tomorrow.