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They were older now, wiser; able to make decisions they were too naive or appalled to make before.

Yoona loved thumbing through Tiffany's old, worn out photo albums. She loved gliding her slender fingers over the faded pictures, pausing to relive every laugh, every smile, every moment.

Changmin was in nearly all of her pictures: with her kissing him on his cheek; with his arm lazily placed over her shoulder; with her pressed against him, grinning wildly at a dance… he was even in some of her unaccompanied photographs if one looked closely enough. He was always in the backdrop, gazing at her and smiling.

Sometimes she thought of herself before Changmin, reminiscing the nights she laid awake, unable to fall asleep because she wondered what kind of monster she was that made her unable to sustain any relationship for longer than one date. They would always take a step forward, and she'd end up pushing them a million steps back.

She was never ready with any of them. Not since Kibum, not since Donghae.

There were many holes to fill when each one of them ended; holes Changmin came to fill again, wheth