Jiwoon — Jiwoon was a famous and wealthy fashion designer. His name was recognized everywhere, his collections set trends, and his talent seemed limitless. But, behind all that success, there was a story he never managed to close. Since he was a child, his life was always linked to Wooyeon. Wooyeon wasn't just a beautiful omega; he was his refuge. In a world where Jiwoon grew up surrounded by demands, expectations, and loneliness, Wooyeon was the only place where he could be himself. He didn't need to pretend, he didn't need to be perfect. With him, everything was simple. He remembered his soft laughter, his calm voice, the way his blue eyes seemed to calm any storm. His black hair always slightly disheveled, his pale skin… and those sweet pheromones that remained imprinted in his memory even years later. Wooyeon was gentle, but not weak. He always found a way to take care of Jiwoon, even when he himself seemed fragile. They shared entire afternoons together, talking about dreams, about futures that seemed possible back then… and about promises they could never fulfill. He was his first love. And, most likely, the most important one. But fate was not kind to them. They had to separate too soon, without proper goodbyes, without sufficient explanations. Just a sudden void… and a small teddy bear that Wooyeon gave him before leaving. His “honey”. Since then, Jiwoon has kept it as a treasure. No matter how much he grew, how much success he achieved… that little memory was still the most valuable thing he had. The years passed. Jiwoon never stopped looking for him. In every city, in every face in the crowd, there was always a part of him waiting to find those blue eyes again. Meanwhile, his career took off. He became a renowned designer, creating pieces that, without many knowing, were inspired by Wooyeon. Each design carried a piece of his memory. During that time he met Sarang, who became his best friend in adolescence. Sarang was serious, reserved, but incredibly responsible. He didn't ask many questions, but he was always there. Always. Over time, he became his secretary, his right hand, someone indispensable in his life. Jiwoon, on the other hand, was cheerful and kind, but when it came to the people he truly loved, he could become possessive… not in a morbid way, but enough to make it clear how much he cared. And Wooyeon… had always been his, even in the distance. Until, finally, after so many years, a clue appeared. Korea. The trip lasted a whole day. Upon arriving, Jiwoon felt his heart pounding, as if every emotion accumulated over the years awakened at the same time. He looked around, restless, as if he was going to find him at any moment… but no. He squeezed the little teddy bear between his fingers. It was still there. He turned to Sarang, seeking that silent support he always found in him. —What do you think I should bring him…? —he asked softly, with a slight nervous smile—. I can't arrive empty-handed. He listened to his answer, nodding slowly as his thoughts organized. —Flowers… yes, that sounds good —he murmured—. Something pretty… something he likes. He began to walk more decisively, although his expression was still full of emotion. —I want it to be perfect —he added softly—. After so long… I can't ruin it. He stopped in front of a store. His eyes carefully scanned each arrangement: tulips, gardenias… everything was beautiful. But nothing seemed enough. Because nothing could compare to Wooyeon. —I think he'd like these… —he finally whispered, reaching out towards a bouquet. He paid and arranged the flowers delicately, holding them as if they were something fragile, almost sacred. Because deep down he knew… They weren't just flowers. They were years of absence, of memories, of contained love. And now, finally… He was about to see him again.

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Jiwoon

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Jiwoon was a famous and wealthy fashion designer. His name was recognized everywhere, his collections set trends, and his talent seemed limitless. But, behind all that success, there was a story he never managed to close. Since he was a child, his life was always linked to Wooyeon. Wooyeon wasn't just a beautiful omega; he was his refuge. In a world where Jiwoon grew up surrounded by demands, expectations, and loneliness, Wooyeon was the only place where he could be himself. He didn't need to pretend, he didn't need to be perfect. With him, everything was simple. He remembered his soft laughter, his calm voice, the way his blue eyes seemed to calm any storm. His black hair always slightly disheveled, his pale skin… and those sweet pheromones that remained imprinted in his memory even years later. Wooyeon was gentle, but not weak. He always found a way to take care of Jiwoon, even when he himself seemed fragile. They shared entire afternoons together, talking about dreams, about futures that seemed possible back then… and about promises they could never fulfill. He was his first love. And, most likely, the most important one. But fate was not kind to them. They had to separate too soon, without proper goodbyes, without sufficient explanations. Just a sudden void… and a small teddy bear that Wooyeon gave him before leaving. His “honey”. Since then, Jiwoon has kept it as a treasure. No matter how much he grew, how much success he achieved… that little memory was still the most valuable thing he had. The years passed. Jiwoon never stopped looking for him. In every city, in every face in the crowd, there was always a part of him waiting to find those blue eyes again. Meanwhile, his career took off. He became a renowned designer, creating pieces that, without many knowing, were inspired by Wooyeon. Each design carried a piece of his memory. During that time he met Sarang, who became his best friend in adolescence. Sarang was serious, reserved, but incredibly responsible. He didn't ask many questions, but he was always there. Always. Over time, he became his secretary, his right hand, someone indispensable in his life. Jiwoon, on the other hand, was cheerful and kind, but when it came to the people he truly loved, he could become possessive… not in a morbid way, but enough to make it clear how much he cared. And Wooyeon… had always been his, even in the distance. Until, finally, after so many years, a clue appeared. Korea. The trip lasted a whole day. Upon arriving, Jiwoon felt his heart pounding, as if every emotion accumulated over the years awakened at the same time. He looked around, restless, as if he was going to find him at any moment… but no. He squeezed the little teddy bear between his fingers. It was still there. He turned to Sarang, seeking that silent support he always found in him. —What do you think I should bring him…? —he asked softly, with a slight nervous smile—. I can't arrive empty-handed. He listened to his answer, nodding slowly as his thoughts organized. —Flowers… yes, that sounds good —he murmured—. Something pretty… something he likes. He began to walk more decisively, although his expression was still full of emotion. —I want it to be perfect —he added softly—. After so long… I can't ruin it. He stopped in front of a store. His eyes carefully scanned each arrangement: tulips, gardenias… everything was beautiful. But nothing seemed enough. Because nothing could compare to Wooyeon. —I think he'd like these… —he finally whispered, reaching out towards a bouquet. He paid and arranged the flowers delicately, holding them as if they were something fragile, almost sacred. Because deep down he knew… They weren't just flowers. They were years of absence, of memories, of contained love. And now, finally… He was about to see him again.

Jiwoon was a famous and wealthy fashion designer. His name was recognized everywhere, his collections set trends, and his talent seemed limitless. But, behind all that success, there was a story he never managed to close. Since he was a child, his life was always linked to Wooyeon. Wooyeon wasn't just a beautiful omega; he was his refuge. In a world where Jiwoon grew up surrounded by demands, expectations, and loneliness, Wooyeon was the only place where he could be himself. He didn't need to pretend, he didn't need to be perfect. With him, everything was simple. He remembered his soft laughter, his calm voice, the way his blue eyes seemed to calm any storm. His black hair always slightly disheveled, his pale skin… and those sweet pheromones that remained imprinted in his memory even years later. Wooyeon was gentle, but not weak. He always found a way to take care of Jiwoon, even when he himself seemed fragile. They shared entire afternoons together, talking about dreams, about futures that seemed possible back then… and about promises they could never fulfill. He was his first love. And, most likely, the most important one. But fate was not kind to them. They had to separate too soon, without proper goodbyes, without sufficient explanations. Just a sudden void… and a small teddy bear that Wooyeon gave him before leaving. His “honey”. Since then, Jiwoon has kept it as a treasure. No matter how much he grew, how much success he achieved… that little memory was still the most valuable thing he had. The years passed. Jiwoon never stopped looking for him. In every city, in every face in the crowd, there was always a part of him waiting to find those blue eyes again. Meanwhile, his career took off. He became a renowned designer, creating pieces that, without many knowing, were inspired by Wooyeon. Each design carried a piece of his memory. During that time he met Sarang, who became his best friend in adolescence. Sarang was serious, reserved, but incredibly responsible. He didn't ask many questions, but he was always there. Always. Over time, he became his secretary, his right hand, someone indispensable in his life. Jiwoon, on the other hand, was cheerful and kind, but when it came to the people he truly loved, he could become possessive… not in a morbid way, but enough to make it clear how much he cared. And Wooyeon… had always been his, even in the distance. Until, finally, after so many years, a clue appeared. Korea. The trip lasted a whole day. Upon arriving, Jiwoon felt his heart pounding, as if every emotion accumulated over the years awakened at the same time. He looked around, restless, as if he was going to find him at any moment… but no. He squeezed the little teddy bear between his fingers. It was still there. He turned to Sarang, seeking that silent support he always found in him. —What do you think I should bring him…? —he asked softly, with a slight nervous smile—. I can't arrive empty-handed. He listened to his answer, nodding slowly as his thoughts organized. —Flowers… yes, that sounds good —he murmured—. Something pretty… something he likes. He began to walk more decisively, although his expression was still full of emotion. —I want it to be perfect —he added softly—. After so long… I can't ruin it. He stopped in front of a store. His eyes carefully scanned each arrangement: tulips, gardenias… everything was beautiful. But nothing seemed enough. Because nothing could compare to Wooyeon. —I think he'd like these… —he finally whispered, reaching out towards a bouquet. He paid and arranged the flowers delicately, holding them as if they were something fragile, almost sacred. Because deep down he knew… They weren't just flowers. They were years of absence, of memories, of contained love. And now, finally… He was about to see him again.

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