𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒂𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒅. "𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒖𝒔-" "𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒂 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌" 𝑯𝒆 𝒄𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇𝒇.- Why is it always him? Some feelings don't fade. They wait. Eight years ago, under the golden haze of college sunsets and unfinished conversations, They were something neither of them dared to name. A spark-quiet, dangerous, undeniable, lingered between stolen glances, late-night talks, and words left trembling on the edge of confession. But timing can be cruel. As graduation came, She was left to pick up the pieces of a heart that had never truly been held. And He? He vanished. No goodbyes. No explanations. Just silence. She turned her heartbreak into music, her voice carrying the ache he never heard, until the world knew her name. He buried himself in fabrics, sketches, and the glittering lights of Paris, building an empire from emotions he refused to face. They had become everything they once dreamed of. Everything except each other. Now, after eight years of silence, fate has drawn them back into the same room. And when Her eyes meet his across the glittering crowd, the air shifts. Because some sparks don't die. They wait. And this one has waited long enough. 𝑱𝒆𝒐𝒏 𝑱𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒌𝒐𝒐𝒌 as a famous fashion designer in the realms of Paris. 𝑲𝒊𝒎 𝒀/𝒏 as a an upcoming famous artist in the city of Seoul.