synopsis: a late night in the studio proves to be the last straw for jiyong, but he’s not alone—he has you to get him through it.
warnings: depiction of panic attack, angst, crying, and fluff.
word count: 2.2k
Jiyong has been different for the past few weeks. It started off small, but slowly became more noticeable with each passing day. Tonight would prove to be his breaking point.
Here Jiyong was– frustrated beyond belief in his own studio. He had a lot on his plate which wasn’t unusual for someone in his line of work. However, this was a different type of distress. Bigbang had been preparing for their world tour that was set to kick off in just a few short months and as if that wasn’t enough stress, him and the other boys were solely focused on the new album. They had come up with a few drafts of potential songs on the tracklist, but nothing was quite set in stone yet. After all, they all had to make sure it was to their liking with no room for mistakes. A lot was riding on their comeback and they didn’t want to let the fans down, especially Jiyong. I mean, what kind of leader would he be if he did? He couldn’t stand the thought of it.
He had been in the industry for over 30 years, but that didn’t alleviate anything. If anything, it only made him more stressed out and afraid of what the fans would think if they decided this comeback didn’t meet their standards. Then there was the issue of YG Entertainment. See, Jiyong was grateful for everything they did for him and his career, but they had made their fair share of mistakes in the past. Whether it wasn’t listening to the fans or overworking them, it had proved to be a fatal one. This time, him and the other members wanted things to go smoothly in order to make sure as many fans as possible would be satisfied with their hard work. There was too much on the line.
Jiyong found himself currently slumped over his studio desk as he tried to figure out the intro of the third track. Despite him writing two songs per day for years under the request of YG, he couldn’t seem to put together lyrics that would fit the vision of what all of the members wanted the song to sound like. Beside him were crumpled pieces of paper that had been haphazardly thrown across the desk out of frustration. He had writer's block countless times before, but it was never this severe. Jiyong could practically feel the pressure building up in his temples from all the stress, which wasn't doing anything to help his current predicament. If anything, it made him want to pull his own hair out in the process. With each scribble and change he made to the paper laid out in front of him, he couldn’t shake the overwhelming feeling that was starting to form in his chest. It felt like the universe was taunting him and enjoyed seeing him in misery.
Time seemed to pass agonizingly slow in the studio. It felt like he was getting nowhere despite his best efforts. To make matters worse, his thoughts kept getting interrupted by the ticking of the clock mounted onto the studio wall that almost seemed to be louder than his own train of thought. He felt truly helpless and hopeless all at the same time. Between his own feelings and the stressful atmosphere, he couldn’t help but wonder if he even had it in him anymore. Before he knew it, his brain and nervous system were now in tandem with one another and decided to bombard him with the most debilitating feelings of self doubt. The pit in his chest only grew, prompting him to drop his pen as a result. The room suddenly felt like it was closing in on him and that there wasn’t enough oxygen to go around. Jiyong knew what was happening, but he couldn’t bring himself to take the steps necessary to calm down. His breathing was now unsteady and ragged, so much so that it felt suffocating to even breathe in. He was having a panic attack.
Jiyong didn’t register the sound of the door slowly creaking open since his body was unable to regulate what was currently going on. He didn’t even hear the soft patter of your footsteps entering the room. Jiyong’s back was currently facing you as he remained hunched over with his hands planted firmly on the desk.
“Hey Ji! I got us some fo-” you said before pausing and taking in the scene before you. You couldn’t help but grow worried as you saw your boyfriend gripping at the desk like it was the only thing tethering him to this world. This wasn’t the first time you had seen him in this state, but it still hurt just as much as it did the first time you had witnessed him having a panic attack like this. You knew how taxing his job was on him whether it was physically or mentally and knew it never got easier even after all the years he had spent in the industry. You had come into his life when he needed you the most and helped him find himself again. He thought he wasn’t good enough for you at first, but you wouldn’t let him push you away. This was one of those times.
You instantly placed the bags of takeout food onto the floor before rushing over to his desk in a frenzy. “Hey hey hey…What’s wrong Ji?” you say as you crouch down before placing one of your hands on his shoulder. He doesn’t answer right away and instead the room is filled with more of his shallow breathing. Seconds pass by before he tries to answer your question to the best of his ability. “I-I can’t-” he manages to stutter out.
“It’s okay sweetie. I’m here now. Just take your time,” you say softly, making sure you don’t heighten his emotions even more. You take a second to look into his chocolate brown eyes and can see the tears littering from them onto his cheeks.Not only is he crying, but his body is practically shaking like a wet leaf in the wind under your touch.
“I’m scared that I-I’m going to ruin everything…” he trails off, voice shakier than you had ever heard it before.
That’s when it hit you–this was about the comeback. It was about how hard he had been working to be the best leader possible and prove that Bigbang still had what it takes to keep their adoring fans satisfied no matter what. You knew Jiyong well enough to know that he was one of the strongest men alive, but even superman had his own kryptonite. This was Jiyongs–the feeling of hopelessness and worthlessness as he tried doing something that was supposed to come easy to him.
“Listen to me Ji –you are the most talented and dedicated man I’ve ever known in my entire life. You always have been. I can’t even imagine how tiring this must be for you, but what I do know is that you are strong enough to get through it. You know why? Because I will be here to help you through it no matter what. You have proved yourself to everyone more than enough times and that’s all that matters. Nobody expects you to be perfect even if you don’t think that right now. Your fans love you…I love you,” you reassure him in an attempt to help him calm down even if it’s not by much.
“Theres just so much riding on this and I don’t know what to do…” Jiyong says in a sorrowful tone, more tears threatening to spill from his irritated eyes.
“And that’s perfectly okay, Ji. You’re human and you’re allowed to feel that way,” you say to him in a soft voice while wiping away his tears. “Do you want to try taking some deep breaths?”
“What if I can’t?” Jiyong says, his voice laced and trembling with fear and uncertainty.
“Look at me, baby,” you say assertively rather than in a demanding tone that would only make things worse. “You’ve got this…I know you do. Now try breathing in for me and focus on my voice. Can you do that for me?” Rather than responding verbally, he nods his head slightly while he’s still trying to process all of his emotions right now.
“Take a deep breath in…” you start off, letting him take his time in the process. You could see his diaphragm rise, which was a good sign that he was taking in the sound of your voice. You let him hold it for a few seconds just so he could get used to it. “And breathe out…”
Upon hearing your softly spoken instructions, he finally takes a sharp exhale and allows himself to let out some of the tightness that had built in his chest and lungs. “You’re doing so well for me Ji…just a few more breaths, okay?”
“O-Okay” Jiyong replies, still a bit unsure if he had it in him to try.
You repeat your instructions a few more times and with each breath he took and released, he feels the agonizing pain subside a bit more than the last. Before either of you know it, you can hear his breathing grow less shallow and more normal than it was previously. It takes him a second to return to reality, but he eventually gets there. The once panicked look in his eyes was now replaced with a softer yet exhausted gaze. Jiyong’s eyes were now all puffy and red from his crying, but none of that mattered to either of you at this moment. What mattered was that you managed to pull him back from the precipice when he felt like the world was caving in on itself. The room remained silent for a while longer but it wasn’t uncomfortable whatsoever. You knew it was detrimental to let Jiyong take a second for himself after what had just happened. You knew he would probably feel guilty about letting you see him like this, but you were more than prepared to make him feel like he had nothing to feel sorry for.
“I’m sorry, jagiya. I didn’t mean to have a panic attack…I should’ve been stronger for you,” he says out of guilt.
“You have nothing and I mean absolutely nothing to be sorry for. This doesn’t make you weak whatsoever and I mean that with my entire heart, Ji,” you say in a way meant to reassure him that he wasn’t a burden on you in any way, shape, or form.
“But I still feel awful. I mean, you literally tried to surprise me and here I was having a full blown panic attack,” Jiyong counterclaims as that familiar prick filled his bloodshot eyes.
“That’s what makes you human, sweetie. It’s okay to be vulnerable even if I’m here with you. I still love you just as much as I always have,” you say, wiping away any tears that you had missed the first time around.
“You’re too good to me, jagiya. I don’t know what I would do without you,” he says with a weak chuckle.
“Well lucky for you, that’s something you’ll never have to worry about,” you say with a smile before leaning in to kiss him on his lips. Jiyong mirrors your movement and before he knows it, your guys’ lips are moving in tandem with one another's. The kiss wasn’t desperate or needy but rather soft and intimate. Time seemed to fade away in the process and made it feel like nothing else in the outside world existed. There was no stress about what had to get done or feelings of despair—it was just the two of you here together and that’s all you guys could ever want.
Enough time had passed before you finally broke the kiss and returned your gaze to his beautiful face that you sworn was crafted by the gods themselves. All you could do was admire him–your sweet boy.
“I love you Ji,” you coo softly.
“I love you more,” he says to you with a faint smile painted on his face.
“Not even remotely possible baby, but I’ll let you win this one,” you say with a full blown smile taking over your facial features.Suddenly you walk away from him, which confuses him at first. You lean down before picking up two bags of the takeout food that you had placed on the floor when you first arrived at the studio. Jiyong looked amused at the sight of the bags since he was too lost in his own world to even hear the first words you spoke to him when you walked through the door. “Wanna eat?” you say with a mischievous smirk.
“You seriously are an angel roaming this earth,” he says half jokingly.
“Is that a yes then?” you tease.
“What do you think?” Jiyong says in return.
“I think you’re absolutely hopeless, Kwon Jiyong,” you say with a laugh.
About Story: Five years after your breakup, you and Jiyong have learned how to exist as parents, but never quite how to stop loving each other. What was supposed to be an ordinary afternoon changes the moment Jiyong sees another man standing inside your apartment and suddenly realizes that maybe losing you once was never the same as watching you truly move on.
Pairing: Jiyong (G-Dragon) x Reader
Word Count: 3,258 | Oneshot | finished
Content Note: Co-parenting dynamics, past relationship, jealousy, unresolved feelings, emotional confrontation, family themes, longing and love, angst
A/N: [request]
“No, Jiyong, it’s really not a problem, you can bring her back now,” you answer while holding your phone between your shoulder and ear as you fold clean laundry into your closet.
“I’m really sorry, but I can’t cancel it,” Jiyong replies and in the background you hear a car door slam followed by your daughter Saerom’s laughter.
“It’s okay, Jiyong, really. You don’t have to apologize, I understand.”
Jiyong was supposed to have your daughter for another three hours, but work came up, or more specifically, his manager called him about the tour that had already been announced. Even though you and Jiyong are no longer together, you are still tied to each other through your daughter Saerom. Your amazing daughter who reminds you of Jiyong in every possible way whenever you look at her. She is your princess and the most beautiful thing that came out of your relationship, even if the relationship itself didn’t survive.
You only found out you were pregnant after the two of you had already broken up. The breakup itself wasn’t dramatic at all. You both acted reasonably and maturely, and you saw the pregnancy as the symbolic end of one chapter of your lives together while simultaneously opening another one.
Jiyong was truly amazing throughout your pregnancy and helped you with everything you needed while you were carrying Saerom. He supported you emotionally, financially and simply by being there for you and your unborn daughter. Sometimes you catch yourself wondering what things would have been like if you hadn’t broken up… Your breakup was the result of his endlessly packed schedule and exhaustion. Other than that, the two of you understood each other in every way possible. Ironically, it still ended the way it did…
“I wanted to… I wanted to ask you if I could take Saerom for the weekend this time,” Jiyong says just as you are about to hang up. “One of my performances got moved, so I actually have this weekend free. I’d like to take her to Jeju. I promised her a while ago.”
Weekends were always yours. Always. Unlike Jiyong’s schedule, your work schedule was stable and predictable and weekends were almost always free for you.
At the mention of Jeju, your chest tightens as memories of all the beautiful and loving moments you shared there with Jiyong come rushing back. The two of you used to fly there often whenever he managed to clear a little space in his schedule. Since your breakup, you haven’t been back to Jeju even once…
“Of course,” you answer simply before the two of you finally hang up.
For a moment you sit down on the edge of your bed and stare blankly ahead. Everything that happened keeps replaying inside your head, accompanied by a faint wave of nostalgia. Jiyong will be here soon and you suddenly remember all the times you used to wait for him inside his penthouse while he came home after another exhausting day. As draining and difficult as those days were for both of you, sometimes you still miss that stress and tension.
“Y/N?”
You lift your head from the folded shirt resting in your lap and look toward Jim, who has apparently been standing in the bedroom doorway for a while now. You’ve only been dating for a short time and today the two of you were supposed to spend the afternoon together, but something came up for Jim too and now he has to leave. Sometimes it feels like this pattern keeps repeating itself in your life. Nobody ever seems to have as much time for you as you want them to. Or maybe you’re just selfish and when you love someone, your expectations become too big. It’s hard to tell. Maybe the problem is you…
“What?” you ask distractedly.
“I asked if you needed help with anything,” Jim repeats patiently as he walks over to you.
“No… no, it’s okay. Jiyong called and said he’s bringing Saerom back already.”
A moment later, the silence is interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. You walk over and open the door.
“Hi, eomma!” Saerom squeals excitedly, not even waiting for your response before slipping past your legs and running into the apartment like a hurricane.
“Hi, Y/N,” Jiyong smiles softly as he hands you the backpack Saerom brought with her, the same backpack you always pack whenever she stays with him for more than a day.
“Hi, Jiyong,” you answer quietly and you still feeling lost in the memories and thoughts that overwhelmed you back in the bedroom. You take the backpack from his hand and place it beside the shoe cabinet before your eyes drift toward his hoodie, or more specifically, toward the very visible stain splattered across the front of it.
“What’s that?” you ask and pointing at the mark with your finger.
“Oh…Saerom wanted ice cream and… well…” Jiyong shrugs and not needing to finish the sentence because his expression says enough on its own.
“I see. So the ice cream ended up on your hoodie instead of in her mouth,” you shake your head in disbelief before stepping aside. “Come inside. I’ll clean it.”
“No, it’s fine, really. You don’t have to, because—”
“Y/N?”
Jim’s voice suddenly comes from behind you and after a second his gaze shifts toward Jiyong. The two of them have never actually met before. There was never a reason or even an opportunity for it. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Jiyong straighten slightly, his shoulders pulling back almost instinctively.
“Oh…ehm…hi,” Jim says awkwardly while looking at Jiyong before nervously rubbing the back of his neck. “I just wanted to say I really have to go now, Y/N. I’ll call you tonight.”
Then he leans down and kisses your hair gently. You only nod and step aside so he can slip past you and leave the apartment.
“That was…?” Jiyong asks without finishing the sentence.
“Jim,” you answer simply, offering no further explanation and probably sounding a little too firm in an attempt to remind Jiyong that it’s none of his business anymore. Not now.
“R-right, okay,” Jiyong mutters quietly, and neither of you move or speak for a few painfully long seconds until you finally decide to break the silence yourself.
“So what about the hoodie? Come inside and let me clean it. You can’t go anywhere looking like that. It’ll only take a minute…” you add softly with a faint smile because no matter how hard you try, you’ve never been able to stay angry or cold toward him for very long. Not with that expression you know so well.
After hesitating for a moment, Jiyong finally agrees and walks into your apartment. You lead him into the living room and tell him to take off his hoodie and sit down on the couch. Without another word, Jiyong listens.
“So… that Jim guy... Have you been together long?” Jiyong asks casually while pulling his hoodie over his head. Even though your tone earlier made it more than obvious that you didn’t want him asking about Jim, you know Jiyong far too well to believe he would actually let it go.
“Not really. We’ve only been seeing each other for a little while…” you answer vaguely without looking at him.
“Are you happy?” Jiyong suddenly asks.
Your eyes immediately lift toward him in surprise because honestly, that wasn’t the question you expected from him. You notice his expression isn’t nearly as relaxed or cheerful as it was before Jim appeared in the doorway.
“What?”
“Are you happy?”
“I… I think so… maybe…” you answer uncertainly before lowering your gaze again. You don’t really have an answer to that question because yes, you are happy. You have Saerom, your beautiful little princess, the best thing that ever happened to you... But at the same time, it still feels like something is missing from your life… something you used to have and somehow lost along the way.
Part of you wants to ask if Jiyong is happy too, but you can’t bring yourself to do it. You’re too afraid of whatever answer he might give you. So instead, you head into the bathroom to grab something that might help remove the stain from his hoodie before returning to the living room.
“Do you want anything? Coffee, tea, water? Or are you hungry?” you ask automatically.
“No, don’t worry about it. I’m fine,” Jiyong replies calmly and shifting slightly where he sits.
“Appa hasn’t eaten anything since this morning,” Saerom suddenly announces from beside him and immediately confirming the suspicion you already had.
Jiyong really does look more exhausted than usual, maybe even thinner. This had always been one of his biggest problems whenever he got too deeply invested in work. Back then, though, he had you beside him, and somehow you always managed to make sure he at least ate properly, slept enough, and remembered to take care of himself instead of dedicating every second of his life to work.
Jiyong doesn’t react to Saerom’s comment at all. He simply stretches one arm toward her and Saerom immediately climbs onto the couch beside him without a second of hesitation. She’s holding the giant teddy bear Jiyong gave her for her birthday last month, the same teddy bear that has become her favorite companion ever since. If she could, she would probably take it to kindergarten with her every single day.
“That’s what I thought,” you mumble with a knowing smile toward Saerom before draping Jiyong’s cleaned hoodie over the back of a chair. “It should dry soon,” you add before heading into the kitchen to warm up the rice and meat left over from lunch earlier that day.
When you return to the living room with the plate, you place it down in front of Jiyong.
“Appa promised we’re flying to Jeju on Friday!” Saerom blurts out excitedly as she climbs off the couch and moves over to your armchair before curling up in your lap.
“I know,” you smile softly while brushing your fingers through her hair before your gaze drifts toward Jiyong again. He’s watching the two of you carefully. “Eat,” you nod toward the plate in front of him. “I’m not reheating it twice.”
Jiyong hesitates for a second before finally nodding because he knows there’s no point arguing with you when you use that tone.
“You’re really going to like Jeju. It’s beautiful there,” you tell Saerom while gently flicking her nose.
“You’ve been there?” Saerom asks with wide eyes. “What’s it like?”
“It’s beautiful… There are huge waterfalls, beaches… it feels like something out of a fairytale,” you answer dreamily. “There are so many beautiful places there. Appa is definitely going to take you to some of them.”
Saerom stares at you with that sparkle in her eyes, the kind of vivid imagination she clearly inherited from Jiyong because you never had that ability yourself. You could never truly picture places you’d never seen before. After a moment, her gaze shifts toward him instead.
“Appa, eomma should come with us too if she likes it there that much!” she says excitedly and already imagining the perfect little family trip in her head.
You’re about to respond, but Jiyong speaks first.
“She could… but I’m guessing she probably already has better plans for the weekend...”
Your eyes immediately lift from Saerom to Jiyong. The shift in his tone is impossible to miss and it echoes unpleasantly in your ears. You know that tone. Most of your arguments used to start exactly like this. The two of you didn’t fight often, but when you did, it never ended well.
“Saerom,” you lean down closer to her ear. “Why don’t you go unpack your backpack in your room, okay?”
Saerom nods innocently and runs off toward her room completely unaware of the conversation that’s about to unfold in the living room.
You wait until her bedroom door closes before walking toward the window and turning your back to Jiyong.
“What is this really about, Jiyong?”
“Nothing important, really. I just thought maybe we could finally be a normal family again someday,” he replies quietly. “But apparently that’s not something you want if you’re already bringing random guys into your apartment.”
You immediately turn toward him in disbelief. Those words hurt, they hurt far more than they should.
“What? Jiyong, I’ve been alone for five years. I’ve dedicated all my attention to our daughter, just like you have. And now, after five years, you’re seriously saying this to me? Do you understand that I don’t want to be alone forever? That I want to be happy again?”
“When I asked if you are happy earlier, you didn’t sound very convincing,” Jiyong says as he slowly rises from the couch and walks closer to you. “And then there’s your Jim or whatever his name is. Do you seriously think he’s going to bring happiness into your life?”
“What exactly do you want from me, Jiyong? Everything was working until now. All these years, everything was working, and the moment I try to be happy again, you suddenly start acting jealous?”
“Yeah, yeah, I am jealous,” Jiyong snaps before taking another step closer to you. “Because I love our daughter and I love you, and I’m not going to sit there and pretend I’m okay with some idiot helping raise my family when he—”
“Stop talking about him like he’s an idiot, Jiyong. It’s beneath you,” you interrupt quietly while watching him move even closer.
“I’m sorry… I’m sorry, I got carried away, but…” He exhales shakily before running a hand through his hair. “Can we start over?”
“What?” You stare at him in complete disbelief. “You’re saying this now? After all this time?”
“Yeah…” Jiyong lets out a humorless laugh and briefly looks away from you like he needs a second to gather his thoughts. “I know I’m an idiot, but… we’re still in each other’s lives every single day. We understand each other, we communicate well, and today… when I saw him standing next to you, I realized I don’t want this anymore.”
He pauses for a second before continuing more quietly.
“My biggest dream was always a family. A real family... A family full of love, a family that stays together. Family means everything to me and I don’t want anyone else becoming part of ours.”
His eyes finally lift back to yours.
“And yes, I’m jealous. I’m insanely jealous because the two of you have always been the people I loved most in this world and you always will be.”
“Jiyong, do you realize how absurd this sounds?” you ask softly, and this time there’s no anger left in your voice, only exhaustion. Exhaustion from the horrible timing that has followed the two of you your entire lives. “If you hadn’t brought Saerom home early today and if you hadn’t seen Jim here, you never would’ve said any of this to me.”
Jiyong stays quiet for a moment and simply looking at you with that gaze you know better than your own reflection. The same gaze that used to make your knees weak years ago and somehow still does.
“Maybe you’re right,” he admits quietly. “Maybe I needed to actually feel terrified for once, terrified that I could really lose you.”
You close your eyes briefly and let out a quiet laugh under your breath because this is exactly who Jiyong is. Honest only when things are already dangerously close to falling apart. Or maybe not too late yet.
“That’s not exactly a romantic confession,” you mutter once the silence between you stretches too long.
A small smile appears on Jiyong’s face as he shakes his head. “You know I was never good at normal things.”
“That’s definitely true.”
Silence settles between you again and your eyes drift back to his. They’re still the same... Deep, honest, carrying that strange spark that used to keep you afloat during the worst moments of your life.
“I don’t want to spend my nights alone in an empty penthouse again, waiting to see whether your schedule might magically change and whether you’ll somehow find time for me… for us,” you admit quietly after a while. “I don’t want to fall asleep with my phone in my hand hoping you’ll call and tell me you’re finally on your way home.”
You see Jiyong’s body tense slightly, almost the same way it tensed earlier when he saw Jim kiss your hair.
“I know.”
“And I definitely don’t want to be the person you suddenly remember only after seeing another man standing next to me,” you add firmly.
For a few seconds, the two of you simply stand there facing each other before Jiyong does something you never expected him to do. At least not now, not after all these years. He doesn’t try to kiss you, he doesn’t pull you into his arms, he simply reaches for your hand and carefully intertwines his fingers with yours.
“Let me try again,” he says softly. “This time properly. Give me a chance… give us a chance.”
Your throat tightens painfully at his words and suddenly you become hyperaware of his fingers intertwined with yours, of the way he gently squeezes your hand like he’s trying to reassure himself that this is real, that neither of you is imagining this moment.
“Eomma! Appa! Look what I found!”
Saerom’s voice echoes through the apartment as she runs out of her room and into the living room holding an old polaroid in her hand. She comes to an abrupt stop halfway across the room the second she notices your intertwined hands.
“You’re holding hands!”
You immediately let go of Jiyong’s hand and take a small step away from him while Jiyong lowers his head slightly. Honestly, the two of you probably look like teenagers who just got caught doing something they shouldn’t have been doing, which only makes Saerom giggle even more.
“Let me see what you found,” you say after a moment and trying to redirect her attention as you take the polaroid from her hand.
The edges are slightly bent, but that doesn’t change the fact that the polaroid shows you and Jiyong together in Jeju. Your memory is far too good not to recognize it immediately. The polaroid was taken during your last trip to Jeju together, shortly before the breakup. Maybe you were already pregnant when that moment was captured…
“So you do love each other…” Saerom says quietly while you continue staring down at the polaroid in your hands.
You can feel Jiyong’s breath against the side of your neck as he leans over your shoulder to look at it too and you can’t help wondering if he’s thinking about the exact same thing you are right now.
“Does that mean we’re all flying to Jeju together?” Saerom asks again, this time more seriously and without the teasing laughter from before. Her cheeks puff out slightly in annoyance because neither of you answered her properly.
You slowly lift your gaze toward Jiyong and search his eyes like they might somehow hold the answers to every question currently running through your head. His eyes glisten faintly and you have a feeling that seeing the polaroid brought back the exact same flood of memories for him that it did for you.
“We’ll see,” you finally whisper after a long moment and giving Jiyong a hopeful smile through tear-filled eyes. “Maybe we will…”
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