[prologue]

When you think of me (if you do), I know you'll think of late summer nights and stolen kisses under the cover of hoods, pulled low over both of our heads.

You'll think of orange juice and hurried words every time I passed your table, balancing plates on my arms and desperately trying to ignore the way you distracted me.

You'll think of the hours you told me you spent trying to perfect the sound of my name on your lips, the tip of your tongue, rounding the vowels in your mouth like a toddler ("Yoooon-aaa. Was that good?").

You'll think of the shutters being drawn after hours, shoes skidding on the tiles of the diner as we danced the night away.

Back when we were 22.

Back when you had eyes for me.

But now we're 38, and things have changed. I want you to think of different things. I want you to think of Luhan's first steps, his first words, and his first day of school.

I want you to think of Luhan's report cards, and how he never listens when he's told that he's not supposed to ride his bike without a helmet.

I want you to think of Luhan's first crush, and how that girl made him cry like there was no tomorrow. The way you made me cry sixteen summers ago, except you weren't just a crush, and for me, there really wasn't a tomorrow.

I want you to think of Luhan, but you can't, because you don't know him and he doesn't know you (not really), and that's the way it has to be.

Like you said, there's no space for wants and would-be's in the lives of idols whose longest companion and first love is work.

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A/N: If you haven't figured it out, this chapter is from Yoona's perspective. This will be the only chapter from her perspective, I think. The rest of the story will be very different.

Thanks for reading! ^^