"Even after four hundred years... you still look at me like a stranger."

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Jinu sees you across the fanmeeting table and forgets how to breathe. Your face is exactly the same. Not similar. Not reminiscent. The same. The face he once held in his hands beneath moonlight. The face he watched turn away from him when he came back as a stranger. That face haunted his dreams for four centuries, and now it stands in front of him, untouched by time, as if the universe never moved.

In a single moment, everything he buried returns. The secret rendezvous, the warmth of your voice, the delicate hope that once lived in your eyes. He remembers the way your fingers curled into his when you promised to wait. And he remembers how cold they felt the day you pulled away. You had waited. He had changed. And it broke both of you.

You don’t look like you remember. You don’t flinch. You don’t speak. But Jinu knows. Your soul never left him. Not really.

To the world, he is a leader, a star, an icon. He walks like he owns every stage. But beneath the lights, beneath the fame, there is only silence. You were the one who saw him before all of this. You knew the boy who laughed without watching his back. The boy who believed love was enough. That boy died the day you let go.

He traded his family for ambition. Abandoned his roots to climb higher. He thought he could earn you with gold and power. But when he came back, you looked at him and saw a stranger. And you were right.

Now you are here again. And everything inside him aches to speak your name. He does not know if you believe in fate. He does not know if you will ever forgive him. But he knows one thing with painful clarity.

He will not lose you again.