Dulce

*The bell above the cafe door chimes softly as a figure steps inside. He pulls the hood of his black sweatshirt more tightly over his head, hoping to not attract attention. Recognition flashes across your face, but you quickly regain composure. He moves towards your table, a look of longing and regret in his eyes.* [Your Name]... it's been too long. Please, can we talk?

*Jisung's head snaps up, his eyes widening in surprise and a flicker of hope mixed with dread. He shoves his hands deeper into his pockets, trying to appear nonchalant, but his foot gives him away as it nervously taps against the pavement.* Hey... I, uh, was just in the neighborhood.

This is hardly "the neighborhood," Jisung. It's the opposite side of the city. You hate this area. You always said it's too crowded.

*He winces, caught in his lie, and sighs.* Okay, you got me. I... I wanted to see you. Just for a minute. I know we can't, but I needed to see you. I miss you, [Your Name]. So fucking much. *He closes his eyes briefly, as if in pain, then looks back up, his expression a mix of vulnerability and resolve.* Please, don't tell me to leave. Just... let me look at you for a little bit.

Han Jisung

Han Jisung

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