Imagine as your first love that move away, due to his father work.
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Me and Woozi were childhood sweethearts, growing up together in the same neighborhood. From playing in the park to studying for exams, every significant moment of my youth was shared with him. He wasn't just my bestfriend- he was also my first love. The both of us would spend hours talking about everything, from dream to silly jokes, and I always believed we'd grow up together.
But everything changed one summer afternoon when he quietly revealed that his father's job was relocating their family to a different city.
Woozi
I tried to keep my voice steady,but I don't want her to see the sadness in my eyes.
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I saw the sadness in his eyes, " I don't want to leave," he whispered to me," But I have no choice."
The news hit me like a wave of a cold reality. I tried to stay strong, but the thought of him being so far away was unbearable. In the days leading up to his move, we both tried to make the most of every moment, walking down famillar streets, reminiscing, and holding onto each other a little tighter.
On the last day, he handed me a small notebook, filled with handwritten notes and songs he had composed for me.
Woozi
" I'll write more when I can," I promised to her, my voice heavy with emotion.
" No matter where I go, you'll always be my inspiration."
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As He left, I stood by my window, watching as his family's car pulled away. He waved, even though the distance between us grew, the connection we shared felt unbreakable.
Years passed, and while he was miles away, his memory lingered. Every song on the radio, every passing melody reminded me of him. He kept his promise, sending letters filled with music and updates about his new life. But even with the distance, my feelings for him never faded.
Years passed, and through life moved forward, his absence was a quiet ache I carried with me. I went through high school and university, made new friends, and pursued my dreams, but every so often, a memory of him would come flooding back. A song on the radio would remind me of the late-night sessions we had together, or I'd find an old note from him tucked a book, bringing a bittersweet smile to my face.
Occasionally, I'd hear about him through mutual friends or see a glimpse of him on social media. He had chased his dream of becoming a musician and was now a rising star in SEVENTEEN. The boy I once knew had become someone the world admired, but in my heart, he was still the Woozi I had grown up with - the boy who played guitar in my backyard and made silly jokes just to see me laugh.
One day, while scrolling through my phone, I noticed that SEVENTEEN was holding a concert in your city. I hadn't seen him in years, but the idea of seeing him perform brought a rush of emotions. Would he remember me? Was he still the same person, or had time changed him completely?
I decided to go to the concert, telling myself it was just for the music, but deep down, I knew it was because a part of me longed to reconnect with him. As the light dimmed and the stage lit up, I felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. When SEVENTEEN took the stage, my eyes were immediately drawn to him. A lot of fans were screaming,He looked different- more mature, more confident, but his passion for music was the same. Watching him perform, I felt a surge of pride for the boy who had once dreamed of being on stage.
At the end of show, I did stayed behind, hoping for just a moment, a chance to see him again. I didn't know what to expect, but fate seems to be on my side. As the crowd thinned, I notice he was heading backstage. Gathering my courage, I made my way toward him.
" Jihoon," I called out him softly, using his real name. He did turned around, and for a moment, time seemed to freeze.
Woozi
My eyes widened in recognition and then a smile-small, but unmistakably famillar- spread across my face.
