FRAGILE TRUTH | Kwon Jiyong

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Spring arrived slowly.

It brought soft sunlight through Y/N's window in the mornings, the smell of flowers she didn't remember planting, and the warmth of Jiyong's quiet presence in her kitchen.

They never said out loud that he'd moved in. But his toothbrush sat beside hers. His hoodie hung off the dining chair. His presence filled the space like he belonged there — like he always had.

Some days were good.
Some days were cruel.

Jiyong's hands shook more now. Sometimes he couldn't finish tying his shoes. His memory stuttered — names slipping, dates muddling. Once, he forgot the code to the front gate and waited an hour on the porch, embarrassed.

But he still smiled.

Still made her tea in the morning — even if he spilled a little. Still kissed her forehead like she was the safest place he knew.

One night, he asked her to take a trip with him.

"Anywhere," he said. "Somewhere quiet. No cameras. Just you and me."

They packed light — a weekend bag each. She let him pick the place. A little coastal town three hours away. No one knew them there.

They rented a tiny house by the water. White curtains. Cracked wooden deck. A fireplace that didn't work.

Jiyong loved it.

They took walks down the beach at dusk. He wrote lyrics in a small notebook again. She watched him, knowing he was still holding on — and trying, every day, to make peace with what his body was slowly taking from him.

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On their second night there, he gave her a letter.

Not a song. Not a note. A real letter.

He didn't say anything when he handed it to her — just watched her with eyes that already looked like goodbye.

She waited until he fell asleep beside her, curled close with a blanket wrapped around both of them, before she opened it.

Y/N,

I wanted a forever with you. I still do.
But I've made peace with the fact that our forever might look different now.

If I forget your face one day, please forgive me.
If I don't remember your name, don't think I stopped loving you.

I'll keep pieces of you in everything I write, every beat I make.
Even when the music fades from me — I want you to remember that loving you was the last thing I ever did with all of me.

You were the one thing I got right.

Always yours,
Jiyong

She pressed the paper to her chest, tears spilling silently.

─── ⋆⋅ ❤︎ ⋅⋆ ───

Six month later,

The song finally dropped.

"Untilted, 2014" – Kwon Jiyong 

No fanfare. No promotions. Just a sudden post on a quiet Sunday afternoon.

The cover art was a photograph: a candid shot of the ocean at dusk. She'd taken it on that beach trip.

The lyrics were raw. Painful. Stunning.

It wasn't a comeback.
It was a confession.

I'm ok with losing everything I have
I'll meet you, even if it's in a dream
And we can love again
Just as we are

Within an hour, fans were crying in the comments. The world felt it.
But only Y/N knew the whole story.

─── ⋆⋅ ❤︎ ⋅⋆ ───

She kept living.

Some mornings were harder than others. Some days, he forgot to call. Some weeks, he stayed at his own house — needing silence, space, rest.

But he always came back.
Even when words failed him, he came back.

And when the light was soft and the world felt kind, they would sit on the balcony with music playing low, his head on her shoulder, her fingers tracing the veins in his hands — hands that still remembered her name, even if his mind sometimes didn't.

They didn't get the ending they once dreamed of.

But they got something else.

An honest, imperfect love that stayed.

A love that didn't need forever to matter.
A love that lasted, even in its fragility.

Somewhere between goodbye and always...
They still found each other.

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reasons for me to choose thee song is because it has my soul. and because the lyrics kinda match with my story so why not :p