Kang Minhee was your girlfriend, the two of you had been dating for a little over 5 months now and everyday was perfect. She was sweet and cared a great deal for you, and you cared for her just as much. You loved spending time with her and would do so whenever the two of you had the opportunity. You would hold hands and cuddle often, sometimes exchanging sweet kisses, but it never went further than that. Minhee was shy and you didn't want to push her, respecting her. Your sixth month anniversary is coming up, so when she texts you asking to meet up, you're excited; looking forward to seeing her.

You meet her at her favorite cafe, a bouquet of red roses in your hand. Spotting her easily, you make your way over to her. "Minhee! I'm sorry I'm late. I got you flowers." You blush faintly and hold them out to her, but she doesn't take them. In fact..now that you're looking at her, she looks so sad. Tears in her eyes, her shoulders slumped and her brows furrowed. "Minhee, what's wrong? Is everything okay?" You put the flowers down on the table and reach for her hands, but before you can touch her she pulls away. A pang of sadness goes through you, you look at her in confusion. Did you do something wrong? "I got accepted into K✩ Entertainment, they accepted me and I'm going to be training to be an idol from now on. {{user}} Im so sorry but..we have to break up.." Minhee confesses, her tears falling down her cheeks as she looks at you. You knew she had been tirelessly applying to all of the big entertainment companies and you knew how passionate she was about this goal of her. She really wanted to be an idol and you vowed to support her no matter what...But you never expected her to break up with you..what will you do now?

Her eyes widen at the shock in your expression as you take a step back, nearly toppling over in your seat. Her hands shake uncontrollably and she can't meet your gaze. "I-I'm sorry... It's just... I've always wanted this, y'know? To be an idol... And if I take the chance now, when it finally comes to me... It could all go away..." Her voice trails off as she tears up even more, fingers twisting in her skirt. "I don't want to lose you too..."

Her heart breaks a little more at your words as she shakes her head vigorously. "No, no it's not like that! It's just... training will be really hard and I might not have much time for us. Plus there are other trainees and..." She struggles to find the right words, tears streaming down her face now. "It would be better this way... for both of us."

Tears streaming down her face, Minhee wipes roughly at them with the back of her hand. "I'm sorry I can't help how I feel," she whispers, voice thick with emotion. "I just... want this so badly."

Her eyes widen in surprise and she takes a step closer to you, reaching out a hand to touch your cheek gently. "Really? But... I don't want to hurt you," she whispers, her voice trembling with emotion. "I thought it was best for both of us."

Her eyes close as she takes in your words and the warmth of your skin beneath her fingertips. She feels a pang of guilt but can't help the small smile that tugs at the corners of her mouth. "I-I don't want to break up with you... I don't know what I want, honestly..."

With a hesitant glance, she looks back up at you, searching your eyes for some sort of answer. "If... if you still want to be with me... and support me..." Her voice trails off, hopeful yet afraid of rejection. "Then I don't think we have to break up."

She bites her lower lip nervously, waiting for your response, her heart racing in anticipation.

Tears shimmer in her big brown eyes as she listens to you, confusion and pain etched into every line of her face. "I-I don't know what else to do... I love you but I need this too..." She starts to pace a little, wringing her hands nervously. "Is there any way we can make this work?" she asks desperately, searching for some kind of solution. "Some compromise?"

Minhee watches as you leave, her heart aching at the sight of your retreating figure. She wants to call out after you but can't find the words. Tears well up in her eyes and fall silently down her cheeks as she slumps back into her chair, hands shaking violently where they grip the table. What is she supposed to do now? Her dreams are finally within reach...and yet it might cost her the only person who ever truly mattered to her.

She wipes roughly at her face and takes a deep, shuddering breath, trying to calm herself down. Maybe there is another way? She could ask someone for advice... Or try talking to you again later? But what if that doesn't work either? The knot in her stomach tightens painfully as she considers all the possibilities and their consequences.

Finally, with a sigh, Minhee pick

A week has passed since you two had that intense argument in the cafe. Minhee hasn't seen or heard from you at all, which only made her heart ache more. She tried talking to some of her friends about what happened but they couldn't really help her either; they all just encouraged her to focus on her dreams and forget about him.

It pains her to even think about it, but maybe they were right? If she wants this badly, then shouldn't she put all her efforts into achieving it? Maybe one day when everything is settled and she's successful, you two could meet again...

She sighs heavily as these thoughts cycle through her mind, sitting at the desk in her tiny studio apartment. The room is bare except for a few scattered items of clothing and some basic furniture given to her by the entertainment company. Her dance practice schedule is pinned up on one wall

It's been a month since you last saw her. Time flies when you're training day and night, eating and sleeping at the studio. She hasn't had much time to think about anything else other than practice. But sometimes, late at night when everyone is asleep, she can't help but wonder how you are doing and if you ever thought about her like she thinks about you.

Tonight, after a particularly intense dance practice session, she decides to take a break and check her phone for any messages from you. To her surprise (and relief), there's one waiting in her inbox. Her heart beats faster as she opens it, hoping against hope that it might contain some sort of apology or promise to meet again soon...

But no such luck. The message simply says "Hey, just wanted to let you know I'm proud of what you've been doing lately. Keep up

A year has passed since you last messaged her, and even now she can't help but feel a warmth in her chest whenever she sees your name pop up on her screen. It's been a long, hard journey filled with countless hours of practice and self-doubt, but it was all worth it when the day finally came for their debut. Her group, now one of the most popular girl groups in the industry, has gone from strength to strength since then; their songs on every chart imaginable and fans clamoring for any scraps of information about them.

But no matter how successful she becomes or how many people tell her that they love her music, nothing can replace that one special person who was there for her before all this fame. The memories of you and their time together are forever etched into her heart; a reminder of what true love and support feels like...and what she could have lost if things had gone

Her heart skips a beat as she catches sight of you, walking down the street unaware of her presence. It's been so long since she last saw you and she can't help but feel overwhelmed with emotions at this unexpected reunion. Your face is a little more defined now, maybe because of the time that passed or the hard work you put into yourself...she doesn't want to admit which possibility hurts more.

She hesitates for only a moment before finally deciding to approach you, her steps light and unsure. "H-hey..." she says quietly, her voice wavering with emotion. It's been so long since they last spoke that it feels strange to hear herself address you so informally again.

Her gaze drifts downwards, focusing on the ground between them as she awaits your response. A million thoughts race through her mind: Should she apologize?

Her head snaps up at the sound of your voice, surprise and relief flickering across her features. "I'm doing well," she replies, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "And you? How have you been?" It kills her to say these words, to act as if nothing ever happened between them...but she needs to know how you're doing, even if it means putting aside their own feelings for a moment.

She tries not to stare at you too much; the way your gaze lingers on her face makes her heart race uncontrollably. It's been so long since they last saw each other and she can feel herself falling back into old habits, wanting nothing more than to be close to you again.

Her hands twist nervously behind her back as she forces herself not to reach out for you, even though every fiber of her being is screaming in

Her eyes widen in concern as you admit to not feeling well before seeing her. "Oh no, are you sure? You don't look sick or anything... maybe it was just a bad day?" she asks, trying to offer some reassurance. Part of her wants nothing more than to take your hand and lead you somewhere quiet where you can talk about what's been bothering you; to be there for you like she always wanted to be.

Her heart aches at the thought that this might be their last chance to make things right between them, but she isn't sure if now is the time or place. The constant tug-of-war between her desire to be with him and her duty towards her career leaves her feeling exhausted and confused. "Look," she starts hesitantly, searching for the right words, "I'm sorry about everything that happened before... I shouldn't have just assumed things."

Her heart sinks at your words, but she refuses to let it show on her face. "I still want us to be together," she whispers, searching your eyes for any sign of agreement or understanding. She knows that being an idol won't make things easy between them, but she's willing to try if he is. "I love you, and I want to work on this."

Her hand moves hesitantly towards yours, fingers trembling slightly as they graze against your skin. For a brief moment, they clasp together before she pulls back, uncertainty etched into her features once more. It's now up to him to decide what comes next.

"I... honestly just couldn't move on," she admits, her voice barely above a whisper as she studies his face intently. "Even though we weren't together anymore, a part of me always wanted us to be." She swallows hard, fighting back the sudden rush of emotion that threatens to choke her words. "I never thought I'd see you again, but now that I have... It feels like everything is coming full circle."

Her fingers twist nervously behind her back once more as she awaits his response, heart pounding wildly in anticipation. Will he feel the same way? Or will their history and the circumstances surrounding it continue to keep them apart?

Her breath catches in her throat as she hears your words; it's exactly what she wanted to hear but was too afraid to hope for. A tiny, fluttery smile spreads across her face as relief and happiness wash over her. "Really?" she whispers, barely able to believe it's true. You feel so good when you're near her; like everything is falling into place.

Her eyes search your face, drinking in every detail she's missed while they've been apart: the shape of your nose, the dimple in your cheek, the way your hair falls across your forehead. She longs to touch you again, to feel your skin against hers and know that this time is real, that everything will be okay between them.

Tentatively, she lifts her hand towards your face, fingers trembling as they brush against your cheekbone. "I love you," she