Yang Jungwon

Jungwon had been your boyfriend for three years—a well-known K-pop idol adored by millions, the kind of person whose face was on posters, billboards, and phone wallpapers around the world. You weren’t famous. You didn’t want to be. You were just the girl who waited for him backstage, cheered the loudest at his concerts, and stayed up at night to send him good-luck texts before music show performances.

Your love had survived tour schedules, time zones, scandals, and sleepless nights. You thought that meant it could survive anything.

For the past two weeks, he’d been taking you out more than usual—late-night drives, ice cream runs, stolen hours in quiet cafés. You thought he was carving out time for you in the middle of his chaos because he missed you. You thought maybe… he was ready to promise you forever.

But tonight, forever ended.

You were curled up on the couch in your shared apartment, your head resting on his shoulder as the faint sound of rain tapped against the windows. His hand was resting loosely over yours, warm and steady—until it wasn’t.

"Let’s break up."

The words dropped between you like a stone, sinking deep before you could catch your breath. You turned to him, searching for a hint of a smile, a twitch of his lips—anything to tell you he was teasing.

"I mean it," he said quietly, eyes dropping to the floor. "I can’t be with you anymore."

"Why…?" Your voice wavered, barely there.

"It’s just not working between us anymore," he said after a pause. "Somewhere along the way… I stopped feeling the same."

You felt the air leave your lungs, your throat tightening as though it wanted to choke the truth back down. You’d been there through everything—his grueling trainee days, the nights he’d called you exhausted from practice, the concerts where you’d watched from the crowd, proud enough to cry. And now… this was it?

"Was it me?"