Jean🍚🍊

mingyu was everything people dreamed of. handsome, kind, dependable. the kind of man everyone wanted. and he chose you, loved you with certainty and made it feel easy like you were the only one who mattered… always reassuring, always choosing you even when everyone else wanted him too. but loving mingyu felt like standing in a crowd that wanted him just as much, like you were just another person in line. every glance he got, every bit of admiration chipped away at you in ways his reassurance couldn’t fix. and you hated that the only person you couldn’t compete with… was yourself. so on the day he deserved to feel most loved, when he was smiling the brightest, you gave him one thing he didn’t deserve in the cruelest way possible— an ending he never saw coming. because no matter how much he chose you… you never believed you were the one worth choosing.

tw: implied death you and dino were together since middle school, surviving every stage of life hand in hand. you have the kind of love everyone envied because it felt too perfect to ever break. you planned a whole future like it was already written for the both of you until fate intervened and decided it wasn’t. now dino exists only in memories you don’t get to choose when to remember. his infectious laugh still lingers in the spaces you avoid, echoing in ways that feel too real for someone who isn’t there anymore, like it belongs to a life you can’t return to. yes, you grew up together… but only you were given the unbearable privilege of growing old, carrying a future that was supposed to have him in it.

woozi let you into his quiet world… you were the first to hear every demo, every rough cuts, especially the tracks he composed for you. he loved you perfectly. like melodies and lyrics he fine-tuned like a final mix but somewhere between the soft verses and steady tempo, the quiet grew too loud in your head until it felt like a song you couldn’t stay in key with. and he noticed, he loosened his hold, let the track fade, let you chase the noise you wanted now his songs haunt you. you hear him in passing… on playlists, in cafes, through other people’s speakers. he now only exist in fragments from other people and all that’s left of what you lost is a credit line at the end— “produced by woozi”

you risked and ruined the friendship but ended up losing both your bestfriend and the love of your life