Jung Wheein, her high school sweetheart that loved her through and through. Jung Wheein, her best friend through it all. Jung Wheein, her inspiration, her muse, her favorite person, her number one fan. Jung Wheein, her home.

Is the same Jung Wheein that used to paint her. The same Jung Wheein that loved to ask for more jokes and laugh. The same Jung Wheein that would make her happy because she knows she makes her happy. The same Jung Wheein that used to be the subject of her pictures. The same Jung Wheein that her camera captures in all her beauty. The same Jung Wheein that... does not remember what those pictures- those memories- those moments were about.

But nothing was actually the same. No, this Jung Wheein didn't have the same look, the same utterly caring gaze, the same contagious laughter, the same infectious smile, no. That Jung Wheein is dead. She's gone.

So, who is Moon Byulyi in love with? Who is Moon Byulyi holding onto? Singing their playlist for? Crying in the middle of the night for?

A/N: Y'all got me here writing angst lmao ngl it's fun and timely for me so i decided to do it anyway. Also this is NOT IN THE SAME AU as the other one. Completely different but can be connected subconsciously. I kind of wanna mess with yall by referencing these two works lightly together (though they aint in the same au) so yall can be attatched and cry harder. Pick your poison. (dont die tho i need yall to read this)

A/N: Also im requiring this to be subscribed just so you guys are held accountable for yourselves if y'all died a little too hard on this one (and also since this would have serious themes and I want to protect the kids as much as I can)

A/N: lastly I edited these parts for consistency and to say... good luck and i hope you dont get lost in narration (this will be harder to follow but a lot of the repetition, segmentation, wording, formatting etc. are intentional).

 

PS: To everyone that will be reading this let me just say (I am from the future, this is an edit) I tried to make this story in a way so it's not too long and overwhelming and easy to reread. Because first reading will be 100 percent confusing. Reading it more than once and seeing new details? Asking yourself what is real anymore? That's the point. If you read this feeling stupid along the way, you aren't. I intended it to be so ambiguous but to mirror Do You Remember? The happy twin of this because I want you guys to think what happened and come up with your own story. Let your mind do the connecting. I'm telling you everything showing you nothing so if you're having ideas and theories that you aren't sure is correct, you're on the right track! So don't doubt yourself, at the end of this, having the right theory isn't the point. The point is to storytell by showing you almost nothing but telling you everything. Because "telling" someone something does not mean they'll understand or know it.

PS (1): I must thank you to the person that gave me the feedback to disclose this! I didn't have any idea how it may affect people who read since "unreliable narrator" and my interpretation of what "angst" is very foreign.