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back to us ; h.js

jisung stood in front of his gallery, his heart racing in time with the rain tapping on the pavement outside. his exhibition was finally here—abstract paintings brimming with raw emotion. yet, there was one piece that even the curator hadn't seen.

her.

y/n's name echoed in his mind like a melody. they'd met back in art school, easels set up beside each other. her strokes were bold, colors vibrant. jisung had always admired her—the way she could capture light and shadow so effortlessly.

they fell in love over paintbrushes and whispered dreams. their kisses tasted like turpentine and endless possibility. but life had its own plans. when jisung's father fell ill, he had to leave, promising to return.

he never did.

years passed, and fate had pulled him back. y/n's name graced the gallery program next door. she'd become a celebrated artist, her work now decorating magazine covers and renowned collections. he wondered if she remembered him—the boy who once promised forever.

the crowd around him buzzed, champagne flutes clinking. and there it was—her painting, the one that held him captive. it showed two figures—a man and a woman—reaching for each other through fragmented memories.

jisung stepped closer. the colors bled into one another—cerulean for longing, crimson for regret. he recognized the brushstrokes, the curve of her face, the depth in her eyes. it was y/n, frozen in time.

"beautiful, isn't it?" a voice murmured behind him.

he turned, and there she was. y/n stood beside him, gaze steady. her hair streaked with silver, but her eyes burned with the same fire.

"it's you," he whispered.

she nodded. "and you."

he wanted to explain—why he left, why he broke their promise—but no words came. instead, he reached for her hand, and she didn't pull away.

"jisung," y/n said softly, "we were young. life happened."

he looked at the painting. "it's us, isn't it? the pieces of what we were..."

she leaned in closer. "and what we still could be."

outside, the rain grew heavier, blurring the city lights. jisung kissed her forehead, feeling the weight of years slip away. "i never stopped loving you, y/n..."

y/n's laughter was bittersweet, a melody he hadn't heard in years. "you left, but you never left me."

his hands framed her face. "can you forgive me?"

she tilted her head, her lips just inches from his. "maybe."

and then, they kissed—a reunion of lost souls, a merging of colors. the galleries faded, leaving only them—the boy with a broken promise and the girl who had always kept it.

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