Our wrong meeting

I still haven't forgotten you...

강PD

"Huh? You two know each other?"

박지민

"Ah... yes..."

김여주

"I guess we do know each other..."

김여주

"By the way, PD-nim, could you please change partners..."

박지민

"No, it's okay."

강PD

"Ah... Let's talk about it first... I have another shoot coming up..."

김여주

"Ah... yes..."

The producer, watching us as the atmosphere grew cold, left. As soon as the producer left, I snapped at Park Jimin.

김여주

"Hey, what are you doing?"

박지민

"..."

김여주

"We're already over. We broke up three years ago. What lingering feelings are there... all of a sudden..."

박지민

"I still can't forget you... I can't forget you... I really want to start over..."

김여주

"So? I forgot all about you. Why are you asking me now? Sigh... Seriously... Hey Park Jimin, you should tell the PD to switch partners. I hope we never run into each other again."

박지민

"..."

I left Jimin alone without saying anything, slammed the door, and went out without looking back.

While trying hard to hold back the tears that were flowing down my face.

Everything I said earlier was a lie. I can't forget it.

I still can't forget the confession you made five years ago in the spring when cherry blossoms were in full bloom.

I still remember it vividly, as if it were yesterday.

As the seasons changed eight times, I accumulated many memories.

Until one day you suddenly told me you wanted to break up with me.

박지민

"Let's break up."

I cried so hard that day. I even collapsed from crying so hard I was in and out of the hospital for several days.

I was so sad, I wanted to cry. But since I was debuting two months later, I had to pretend like nothing happened.

I had to pretend it wasn't like that, that everything was okay.

I kept thinking about you, but the more I thought about you, the harder I worked. I even earned the nickname "workaholic."

I pretended not to be in pain, pretended not to be sad, and just lived my life pretending not to be.

김여주

"Bad guy..."

Tears welled up in my eyes. I tried to hold back these tears, filled with resentment toward you, but they flowed endlessly. I couldn't hold them back. I wiped them away with my hand.

I ended up pretending again that nothing was wrong, that I was fine, that I wasn't sick.