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𝗵𝗲𝗲𝘀𝗲𝘂𝗻𝗴: 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻, 𝘄𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲

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"i'd devote my every second to you if you asked me to."

it wasn't long after they met that the two started dating, moving quickly because it just felt right. nothing was ever forced, and nothing was ever too hard. communication flowed just as surely as time passed, and there was nothing in between them driving each other apart.

sure, life wasn't easy. ups and downs with her emotions always having to be tamed by heeseung. he knew what to do and how to make her comfortable, he knew her so well because it was like he was made for her.

heeseung never truly believed in fate before he met y/n. it was an idea like ghosts and the afterlife that didn't have enough proof for him to back 100%, yet when he saw y/n, suddenly he believed in a host of things: love at first sight, soulmates.

and he had never understood the meaning of 'right person, wrong time' before he always thought it was an illusion. he truly believed that love could defeat all, yet he was now painfully aware that wasn't the case.

they had to break up after someone leaked their relationship to the media, company's orders were for them to stop all interactions immediately. it hurt that there was a friendship sacrificed too, because heeseung would have forfeited his personal love life in a second, but not his loyalty towards others.

they turned up together at the building, holding hands and blissfully unaware, ignorant but not naive. they were given all sorts of looks as they walked down the corridor, though they kept quiet with their heads down. as a relatively unknown associate, y/n barely recognised anyone other than the people heeseung interacted with on a daily basis, so to have the attention on him was something she wasn't expecting.

it didn't take long for them to come to learn the news, and they unclasped their hands from one another as they believed it was the end. y/n wasn't prepared for the death threats or the stalkers that would start following her home and insisting on doing her harm.

it was a good thing heeseung was protective and insisted on her being escorted whenever she was out in public.

he remembered her crying, inconsolable. she was angry more than anything else, frustrated as she told him. they left in different cars, one that went in one direction to her home, and the other to his. 

"i'll wait for us," he said, aware of the weight of his words.

unfortunately for him, patience was not a virtue he excelled at, often finding himself compulsively obsessing over the short time with her for as long as they were apart. photos and text messages were relics, reminders of memories that would be engraved on his mind forever.

sometimes it was hard to get up for work, knowing that his fans might not want him to be happy in a relationship and that his company wanted to perpetuate the idea of him being single forever. it wasn't fair to his weak heart to bear the weight of his emotions. if every time his heart ached was a statistic printed out and given to him, he might have considered going to the doctor with symptoms of incessantly pulled heartstrings.

the members would often find him in these slumps, not eating and locked up dancing or sleeping alone for hours, shutting the world out, and himself in as a consequence. he was throwing himself into work, but in the way that it was an addiction, and he was using it to fill a void.

if he was ashamed of crying in front of his younger friends before, he had no shame in doing it now, being that it had happened over and over again. he'd have to leave to go to the bathroom whilst watching tv with them when his eyes suddenly welled up and he couldn't see properly, talking normally then bursting into a fountain of tears in a second's notice.

there were a thousand more conversations to be had, and so many pressures he wanted to get off his chest, compounded by the apparent lack of his girlfriend.

the problem was, nothing seemed to work. there was no real fix. even as people around him stopped bringing up the girl's name, it 

he knew she was hurting too, and that hurt. not because it was his fault, he knew it wasn't, he convinced himself it wasn't, but he hated that the pain he felt for himself was more than the pain he felt for her. wasn't love supposed to be selfless? and yet he considered his hurt the most.

he didn't know why he asked to meet her, secretly of course, or what masochistic part of his brain wanted to see him in pain again, but he reached out and against his circle's wishes, he snuck out to speak to her.

"hi."

"hey."

there wasn't enough time to talk it out, yet they seemed to know everything alreadt. without ut even having t be said. y/n saw his hollow eyes that lacked depth and vibrancy and heard the twinge of hope in his voice. 

she broke down into tears as he told her he'd been struggling; she knew it, but there was something heartwrenching about having him admit he was so broken. her breathing was short and her crying unstifled as heeseung began to slur his words, tears cascading down his cheeks like lava settling down a volcano.

"it'll be okay." even her voice didn't believe in them, sounding pathetic and futile. where were they about to find hope from, what could give them a source of inspiration in such a bleak time. it only compounded his fears, heeseung holding her tightly and her refusing to let go.

"maybe we'll meet again in another life, and then we can try again, maybe then we'll succeed," y/n reasoned, wiping the tears from her cheeks with the sleeve of the hoodie she was wearing, then turning to heeseung and doing the same.

"i don't want to risk losing you and i refuse to let you go any longer."