The background noise of the nearby chattering art enthusiasts only rang as a soundtrack to the event, but Heejung didn't seem to hear it. She felt cold and hot, mind reeling with thoughts, but somehow empty. Jisoo hadn't said a word in response to her reply, and that was how it was meant to go, but the silence was... Unnerving.

A large hand wrapped around Heejung's cold fist, causing her to flinch for a moment, but as the warmth invaded her fingers, she opened her eyes. As she did, a large body pressed onto her back, wrapping their other hand around her waist. Even still, she ignored him, ignored the black shadow looming over her. He spoke lowly, almost a deep, resonating whisper.

"You didn't just suddenly stop depending on people, food giver. You didn't wake up one day and want to be lonely. You only started to depend on this necklace, because it reminded you of me. That necklace was my temporary replacement, but you started thinking that I would never come back. You didn't remember what I told you. No matter where you are, no matter who you're with, I would take you back. Even if it's from the necklace that I gave you. Now," He dipped his hand past her head, lightly kissing her hand. "let it go, Heejung."

The girl that had started off so composed was now shaking. Her small hand wavered back and forth as she stared at it. No matter how she tried to loosen her grip on the necklace, she only succeeding in tightening it, which caused more tears to flow from her cheeks.

As if to help her, Jisoo once again wrapped her hand in his. He worked his fingers under hers, destroying her grip on the necklace before his hand had replaced what she held onto so dearly. The necklace fell from her hand, smacking on her skin and settling after a long, shaking sigh erupted from her chest. Heejung stared forward at their interlocking hands, and feeling his breath on her neck, she turned to face the man after years of only imagining him beside her.

But she didn't need to imagine anymore.

Sleek golden eyes narrowed slightly as they looked into her eyes. Black hair had a different hair style, one that shadowed his face in bangs, but despite that, reaching up, Heejung could remember the same curvature of his thin face, the touch of his pale, smooth skin. She cupped his cheek, tears stopped, replaced with a nostalgic lump in her throat.

"I missed you."

Jisoo agreed, and leaning further in, he brought her into a kiss that caused the girl to lean back. With his hand around her waist, he dipped her slightly, cherishing the deep kiss that he had always somehow missed.

And did he miss her.

AN: Hey, Guys! I'm sorry to have taken so long to write this :( I kind of forgot. Anyway, that's it for now. I've yet to watch the next season of Cry and Dodger playing, so I'm really curious about who's next. Probably Orange Cat or Baby Bunny, I'm guessing. Anyway, thank you for sticking around for Jisoo's ending, and I hope you'll stay for the next one too :)