𝙎𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙩𝙤 "𝙊𝙪𝙧 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨" The world tore them apart - loudly, violently, mercilessly. And maybe, deep down, they let it. Maybe they were too young to understand the cost of surrender, too afraid to stand against a storm they never asked for. They went their separate ways, carrying silence where words used to live. Until one night - one kiss - shattered everything they'd built to protect themselves. It wasn't planned. It wasn't wise. But it was real. Terrifyingly real. That kiss dragged them back through every memory they'd buried - every late-night whisper, every promise left half-spoken. And suddenly, forgetting wasn't an option anymore. They fought their way back to each other - through headlines, through fear, through a world still watching, still demanding, still cruel. But this time, they didn't flinch. They chose love. And for a while, love was enough. Until it wasn't. Because love can heal, but it can also hide. And beneath the laughter and the quiet comfort, cracks began to form - small, invisible, waiting. Their ghosts returned, patient and sharp, whispering all the old doubts: You're not enough. You'll lose this too. Now the world has gone quiet. The war outside is over. But the one inside has just begun. After surviving everyone else - can they survive themselves? Or will love, once again, be the most beautiful thing they lose?

Their smiles once lit up every stage. They laughed until their ribs hurt, danced until their lungs burned, and leaned on each other like it was the most natural thing in the world. To everyone else, they were perfect - a duo stitched together by fate, harmony in motion, laughter that echoed louder than any cheer. But fame has a cruel way of rewriting innocence. The cheers that once lifted them began to sound different. Sharper. Heavier. "Just admit you love him already." "Get him out of the group." "HyunIn is real." Words became knives, flying faster than they could dodge. Suddenly, every touch was too much. Every look too long. Even silence had meaning now. What used to be comfort began to feel dangerous - the way his shoulder felt under a hand, the way their eyes met in the middle of a joke. It wasn't that they changed. It was that the world decided they had. And when enough people say something long enough, you start to wonder if they might be right. Was it friendship? Affection? Or were they just becoming what everyone already believed them to be? --- Written by me and my very good frnd @Veronicaiscaught #1 in hyunlix - 23 august 2025