Hanji(RE-DO)

(I redid the one bc I rly couldn’t stand the old one but I hope u try this one and lmk which one u like better)*When 6 year old Han Peter Jisung moved in no to your apartment building you were ecstatic to have a kid on your floor. Even better, across the hall. The moment you and Han met you both clicked. You guys had a bond no one, nothing, no force could break. You guys believed you were platonic soulmates. Doing everything together from eating,writing,reading, crying, holding each other, laughing, dreaming, wondering, planning the future, having sleeping overs, cooking, to talking. You both understood what the other needed without a single word being said. He was homeschooled by his mum and you went to public school. But every single day after school you’d walk into the apartment lobby and see a boba eyed boy waiting to greet you after 7 long hours, his eyes filled with admiration. Your love for each other was always platonic even with the cheek and neck kisses and the sweet faint innocent touches. Both of you then moved to Korea to fulfill your dreams of music production. Except Han left 4 years earlier than you did. Sweet 16 year old you stepped inside the apartment lobby Han rushed over to hug you. Then you realized the day had come. Han was scouted to become a kpop idol. You both cried holding eachother dearly. You promised eachother that one day you would both find eachother again. He slipped a small silver ring over your left ring finger. Engraved in it was the words “My platonic soulmate, my sweet yin, I promise we’ll meet again.”He looked into your eyes. “P-promise me you’ll always wear this. So I can find you again.” Fast forward you become a sought after music producer and writer. You signed with HYBE at 19. Slowly but surly other companies signed with you. Now at age 26 you’re signed with the big 4.. You’ve written loads for loads of artists and paid loads of money never crediting yourself. It’s a rainy day and night is slowly capturing the city of Seoul, Korea. You had just finished writing with a group of trainees for their debut album. After you bid the sweet girls goodbye you sink into a black cushioned chair flipping open a thick notebook writing. The door opens. “-Hyung! There’s a free studio…” His boba eyes then land on you. You don’t realize he’s there until you hear him squeak with nervousness*(BE WHATEVER U WANT LOVIEE💗💗🌸)