Time didn't fix anything.
It just…
Changed the way it hurt.
đź’ś AFTER COLLEGE (TIME SKIP)
You stopped trying.
Stopped looking for him.
Stopped expecting anything.
And slowly—
It became easier.
Not better.
Just…
quieter.
Taehyung never came back to you.
Not even once.
đź’ś GRADUATION DAY
The campus was filled with laughter.
Photos.
Goodbyes.
Promises.
"You made it," Jimin smiled, standing beside you.
"So did you."
He looked at you carefully. "You'll be okay, right?"
You nodded.
"I have to be."
Across the ground—
Taehyung stood.
In his graduation robe.
Calm.
Distant.
For a moment—
Your eyes met.
And just like that—
You looked away.
And that became your ending.
đź’ś YEARS LATER
Seoul moved fast.
And so did you.
You worked.
Pushed yourself.
Built something from nothing.
And eventually—
You became someone people respected.
đź’ś YOUR POSITION
Strategy ManagerAt one of the biggest corporate firms in Korea—
Hanseong Group
A name people admired.
A place people fought to enter.
And today—
You stood there again.
Not as a newcomer.
But as someone who belonged.
đź’ś OFFICE FLOOR
"Good morning, Manager Y/n."
You nodded politely. "Good morning."
People greeted you.
Respected you.
Listened to you.
You weren't the quiet girl anymore.
You were composed.
Professional.
Strong.
But some things—
Never really changed.
đź’ś MEETING ROOM
"Today, we're introducing a new Strategy Manager who'll be leading the parallel division."
You sat at the table.
Calm.
Focused.
Not expecting anything.
"Please welcome—Kim Taehyung."
Your pen stopped.
Silence.
Then—
Footsteps.
You looked up slowly.
And there he was.
Taehyung.
Not the college boy anymore.
Sharp suit.
Calm expression.
Controlled presence.
Someone… different.
But still the same.
đź’ś THE REUNION
His eyes found yours.
Immediately.
A pause.
The room didn't notice.
But you did.
There was no shock on his face.
No reaction.
Just—
Recognition.
"Manager Taehyung will be working alongside Manager Y/n," the director continued.
"Both teams will coordinate on major projects."
Side by side.
Again.
đź’ś FIRST PROFESSIONAL INTERACTION
The meeting ended.
People left.
But you stayed.
Reviewing your notes.
"Manager Y/n."
His voice.
You looked up.
Formal.
Distant.
"Manager Taehyung."
A pause.
"Looks like we'll be working together," he said.
"Looks like it."
Silence.
Professional.
Clean.
Like nothing ever happened.
But underneath?
Everything was still there.
đź’ś OFFICE DYNAMIC
Days passed.
Work started.
He was strict.
Precise.
Cold.
Not just to you.
To everyone.
But with you—
There was something else.
Distance.
Clear.
Intentional.
"Your report," he said once, placing a file on your desk.
You looked at it. "What about it?"
"It can be better."
You met his eyes. "Then specify."
A pause.
For the first time—
There was friction.
Equal.
Sharp.
"Page 4," he said calmly.
"Fix it."
You nodded. "I will."
No emotions.
No softness.
Just—
Work.
đź’ś FAMILY PARALLEL
That evening—
You sat at the dinner table.
Your mother serving food.
"Work is going well?"
You nodded. "It's busy."
She smiled. "That's good."
A pause.
Then—
"His family called."
Your hand froze slightly.
"…Why?"
"They mentioned he joined the same company as you."
Of course.
Families never really drifted apart completely.
Your mother looked at you carefully.
"Are you okay?"
You nodded.
"I'm fine."
But your father spoke quietly—
"Sometimes, past connections… return for a reason."
You didn't reply.
đź’ś TAEHYUNG'S SIDE
At the same time—
Taehyung sat with his family.
Silent.
"You met her today?" his mother asked.
A pause.
"Yes."
"And?"
He looked down at his plate.
"She's doing well."
That was it.
No emotion.
No past.
No explanation.
But his mother noticed.
Because some things—
A mother always sees.
đź’ś FINAL SCENE
Back at the office—
Late evening.
Most lights off.
You were still working.
Focused.
Alone.
Footsteps.
You didn't look up.
You already knew.
Taehyung stopped near your desk.
"You're still here?"
"Work."
A pause.
Then—
"Don't overwork."
Your hand stopped.
That was new.
You looked up.
But he had already turned away.
Walking back to his cabin.
And for the first time in a long time—
Something felt…
different.
Small.
But real.