You gave him everything â 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 canât 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.
my main list
Masterlist skz
---
He met you on a rainy Monday, but he swore it felt like seeing the sun for the first time.
You didnât notice it in his eyes right away, but you felt it in the way he kept looking â even when you looked away. In the way he smiled before saying anything, like he had already decided he liked your presence.
âIâm Chan.â
âI know,â you replied.
He laughed.
âThen I guess Iâm your Chan now.â
And he stayed.
---
The first days were simple â just the way theyâre 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.
âYou deserve everything that feels light.â
Thatâs what youâd 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.
---
The weeks passed like an old romantic movie:
Heâd film you while you slept.
You ran your fingers through his hair until time didnât 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.
âWeâre gonna last, right?â
You asked after a nightmare.
He kissed your forehead.
âWeâre gonna grow old together.â
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.
---
He introduced you as âmy person.â
And thatâs 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 youâd eaten well.
It was so easy to love him.
So easy to picture a future.
So easy to smile just because he was there.
---
You didnât know â and maybe he didnât either â
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 thatâŠ
was later.
Right now?
You were his.
And heâŠ
felt entirely yours.
You started noticing the little things first.
He still kissed you in the morning â but not as long.
He still texted you goodnight â but sometimes just with an emoji.
He still came over â but his bag always looked half-packed, like he was ready to leave again.
At first, you didnât think much of it.
Maybe he was tired. Maybe the studio hours were getting longer. Maybe he was just going through something and didnât know how to talk about it yet.
You were understanding.
You always were.
You made his favorite dinner one night â spicy tteokbokki and cold soda â the one you always made when he was stressed.
He smiled, kissed your cheek, and said:
âYou didnât have to do all thisâŠâ
But his eyes didnât 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.
---
He started working late more often.
Sometimes he didnât even say goodnight.
And when he did, it was rushed â like a chore, not a feeling.
âIâm just tired, babe.â
âIâve just got a lot on my plate.â
âDonât worry so much, okay?â
You nodded every time.
Because thatâs 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.
---
You used to be able to feel him even when he wasnât 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:
