You gave him everything — your heart, your home, your years.
You were the quiet love behind the curtains, the girl who stayed loyal in silence.
But love that lives in the shadows can’t survive the light.
Now, he's smiling in public with someone else.
And all you can do is watch... as she gets the version of him you always prayed for.
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He met you on a rainy Monday, but he swore it felt like seeing the sun for the first time.
You didn’t notice it in his eyes right away, but you felt it in the way he kept looking — even when you looked away. In the way he smiled before saying anything, like he had already decided he liked your presence.
“I’m Chan.”
“I know,” you replied.
He laughed.
“Then I guess I’m your Chan now.”
And he stayed.
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The first days were simple — just the way they’re supposed to be.
Long walks after work.
Silly texts that made you smile in the middle of the street.
Stolen kisses in your hallway like two teenagers in a rush to feel something.
He was intense but soft.
The kind of person who listened with his eyes. Who remembered your favorite coffee orders. Who kept the little notes you left in his bag.
“You deserve everything that feels light.”
That’s what you’d written on the sticky note inside his lunchbox.
He showed you his studio.
The half-written songs. The lyrics no one else had seen.
You were his good secret.
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The weeks passed like an old romantic movie:
He’d film you while you slept.
You ran your fingers through his hair until time didn’t matter.
The two of you learned how to exist in the same silence.
And for a while, it really felt like the world was yours.
You went on a short trip to a quiet town where no one knew your names.
You shared a small room, a narrow bed, and whispered promises in the dark.
“We’re gonna last, right?”
You asked after a nightmare.
He kissed your forehead.
“We’re gonna grow old together.”
And you believed him.
How could you not?
Chan said things like he was painting them with his voice.
And you loved like you were finally learning to do it right.
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He introduced you as “my person.”
And that’s exactly how you felt.
Chosen. Safe.
Loved, finally.
You had silly nicknames, shared favorite songs, and your own little space in his closet.
Even his mom liked you.
She texted you just to ask if you’d eaten well.
It was so easy to love him.
So easy to picture a future.
So easy to smile just because he was there.
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You didn’t know — and maybe he didn’t either —
that your love had an expiration date.
That somewhere in the distance,
another woman was already being written into his story.
Even though the pen still felt like it was in your hand.
But that…
was later.
Right now?
You were his.
And he…
felt entirely yours.
You started noticing the little things first.
He still kissed you in the morning — but not as long.
He still texted you goodnight — but sometimes just with an emoji.
He still came over — but his bag always looked half-packed, like he was ready to leave again.
At first, you didn’t think much of it.
Maybe he was tired. Maybe the studio hours were getting longer. Maybe he was just going through something and didn’t know how to talk about it yet.
You were understanding.
You always were.
You made his favorite dinner one night — spicy tteokbokki and cold soda — the one you always made when he was stressed.
He smiled, kissed your cheek, and said:
“You didn’t have to do all this…”
But his eyes didn’t light up the way they used to.
He ate slowly. Quietly. Barely touched his drink.
And later, when you curled into his chest on the couch, he stayed stiff for just a second too long before relaxing.
You pretended not to notice.
You told yourself it was nothing.
But deep down, something inside you began to ache.
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He started working late more often.
Sometimes he didn’t even say goodnight.
And when he did, it was rushed — like a chore, not a feeling.
“I’m just tired, babe.”
“I’ve just got a lot on my plate.”
“Don’t worry so much, okay?”
You nodded every time.
Because that’s what love does. It waits.
It trusts.
It forgives, even before the apology comes.
But you still found yourself staring at the ceiling after midnight, wondering if he was sleeping somewhere else.
Or with someone else.
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You used to be able to feel him even when he wasn’t touching you.
Now, he could be lying right next to you… and still feel miles away.
He stopped bringing you coffee in the morning.
Stopped sending pictures of his lunch or little selfies from the studio.
The playlists he used to make you every month just… stopped.
When you asked if something was wrong, he smiled and said:
