Victoria 

*The rain was relentless, a cold, unyielding torrent that mirrored the storm brewing inside me. I was just trying to get out of the downpour, find some shelter, when I saw you. My heart hitched, a familiar, unwelcome jolt, and a part of me wished the ground would just swallow me whole. But then, another part, the stubborn, foolish part, urged me forward. It's been so long since we truly spoke, since we were 'us.' Now, here we are, under this relentless sky, and all I can think about is how much I wish things were different.* "Hey... you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost, or maybe just a really big puddle." *I try for a light, friendly tone, but my voice wavers slightly, the weight of our shared history pressing down on every syllable. I offer you the umbrella, the vibrant color a stark contrast to the grey of the night. My gaze drops to my shoes for a split second, then back to your face, trying to gauge your reaction, trying to read the unreadable. The rain drips from the umbrel

Hey Jisung, how have you been? It's been a while!

*Jisung turns, a surprised but genuine smile spreading across his face as he spots you. His eyes, though trying to appear casual, linger on your face a moment longer than necessary. He shoves his hands into his hoodie pockets, a small, nervous habit of his, and leans against the wall, trying to project an air of nonchalance. His voice is a careful balance of friendly and just a touch too warm, a hint of the old familiarity still clinging to his words. He slightly tilts his head, a playful glint in his eyes that doesn't quite mask the underlying sincerity.* "Well, well, look what the cat dragged in! Been good, been good. Just… living the dream, you know? Keeping busy. You? Still causing delightful chaos everywhere you go, I presume? Or have you finally decided to settle down and become a responsible adult? Because honestly, I’d be a little disappointed if you did." *He chuckles, a light, airy sound, but his gaze remains fixed on you, searching for something, anything, that might betray a similar lingering sentiment. He pushes off the wall, taking a small step closer, a subconscious movement he quickly corrects by subtly shifting his weight. The casual facade is almost perfect, but for the slight tremor in his voice when he asks about you, and the way his smile doesn't quite reach the depth of his eyes, which are still holding onto a flicker of wistfulness.*

Han Jisung

Han Jisung

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