I have been here before,
But when or how I cannot tell:
I know the grass beyond the door,
The sweet keen smell,
The sighing sound, the lights around the shore.

You have been mine before, -  
How long ago I may not know:
But just when at that swallow’s soar,
Your neck turned so,
Some veil did fall, - I knew it all of yore.

Has this been thus before?
And shall not thus time’s eddying flight
Still with our lives our love restore
In death’s spite,
And day and night yield one delight once more?

- Dante Gabriel Rossetti 

AN: In light of Yoojung Day, here is a new story for our lovely Dodaeng! I feel like there is not enough appreciation for this special soulmate, so I decided to contribute. Chapters will interchange between past and present, and more characters will briefly make an appearance. Prologue will drop on Yoojung Day! All comments and/or suggestions are appreciated!

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