Hey, thanks for reminding me about that because I literally just remembered that part. When I first read the line where Jeongwoo told Doyoung “you can come back when things get better,” I was like… wait, did he really just say that? Like he’s just going to sit there and wait for him to come back??? Why wouldn’t he go look for him instead? That felt so not right to me, like it didn’t sound like him at all.

But then when I reached the last chapter where they meet again, I completely forgot about that. And honestly it’s all because of the whole "summer scent" detail. I don’t even know how to explain it properly. The street is crowded, cars are passing by, everything is chaotic, and somehow Doyoung can still recognize that scent. And it’s probably just a really faint, passing smell too (I mean… unless Jeongwoo literally bathes in perfume instead of water lmao).

But yeah, recognizing a familiar scent in such a big, crowded place with a million other smells around… that scene really got to me. Just imagine Doyoung standing in the middle of a busy intersection. What makes him turn around isn’t seeing a familiar silhouette that looks like Jeongwoo, but catching a familiar scent Jeongwoo. That detail is honestly so beautiful it almost makes me want to cry.

So I ended up forgetting that Jeongwoo once said that to Doyoung, and it even kind of overshadowed the fact that even though he said that, he was actually the one who went looking for him first haha. Realizing that now is honestly kind of fascinating.

And now that I’m talking about this, something else just came to mind: do you think they exchanged addresses? Honestly, whether they did or not, that moment when they meet again at the intersection is still beautiful to me. But if they didn’t… wow. I genuinely don’t even know what to say. That coincidence would make the scene like a hundred times more amazing.

Just imagine Doyoung leaving without leaving any contact info, not even sure if he’ll ever see him again. And then suddenly that person just appears out of nowhere and is standing right in front of him. I feel like he’d be completely stunned, like totally speechless, brain just short-circuits for a second.

And yes, I’ll keep your words of thanks close to my heart. I just want you to know that I truly appreciate every word you’ve written and every work you’ve created. That’s why I also wanted to write something for you hehe. It makes me really happy to know that my rambling could make you laugh. Talking with you is really fun too. I just wish I could send you a million hearts on AO3, but sadly the platform won’t let me do that :)))

I just stopped by to thank you for this summer story. Ahhh, it feels so good to read your words again, and it makes me even happier that you gave them such a beautiful ending.

14 chapters and almost 10k words, I definitely had such a wonderful time reading every bit of it. And even though it’s 14 chapters and 10k words, it still didn’t feel like enough. Honestly, it will probably never be enough when it comes to a Jeongbby fic for me.

I read every single sentence and every word, almost afraid of it ending. But eventually it did, and it was absolutely amazing. Jeongbby always makes me feel so soft, calm, and peaceful when they’re together, and this fic gave me exactly that feeling.

Thank you again for finishing it and for sharing it with us. I really hope you enjoyed every moment of writing it too. And I’m just a little curious, why did you choose to have them meet again after a year? Why not sooner, or later? Why did it have to be a whole year?

Hehe, I guess that’s true then. And honestly, I really like Dy’s clumsiness in this story, it kind of softens things a bit and keeps it from feeling too heavy whenever I think about it. But also… why do you have to do that? 😭 You really said you tried your best to mimic that hollowed feeling afterwards??? Like, why are you so hard on them and on yourself? But I guess that’s exactly why most of your stories feel so unique. They’re painfully realistic. Too realistic. For a fanfic :)))

And what Dy said back in Paris... was that about hope and chances? Because… excuse me??? What is this line: "... going from places to places—from Paris to Saint-Tropez to Montenegro—sprinkling, scattering bits and pieces of their love. Spreading their love around the world until it became so big the world itself wouldn’t have any other choice but to see them, to recognize them for what they have always been."

Did you just cast a spell on me or something? Because from now on, I think I’m going to read this story through a much more sparkly lens ✨

Before that, I was thinking: okay, they did get to be together. They understand what they’re giving up, they know the cost, and they can control their selfish thoughts and feelings. But then I couldn’t help wondering... how long can they really endure living like this? Their love is beautiful, and probably huge, but is it truly big enough to last an entire lifetime like that? After reading that sentence of yours, though, I truly believe they’ll overcome everything. Because they have each other.

And don’t worry, I really enjoyed reading this fic. The timeline confused me a little at first, but that’s totally on me for not being able to catch all details at once. Still, it didn’t take away from the experience at all.

Also, I’m really happy to see that you’re still enjoying writing for Jeongbby. You know, I was completely, dead serious when I said I thought you’d jumped off the ship without a farewell 😭 So yeah, I’m genuinely relieved now.

So pleaseee keep being "miserable, screaming, and crying" while writing for them because trust me, I’m not doing any better whenever reading your painfully beautiful, painfully sad love stories either :)))

Wow, you actually did it 😭. You really let them meet again. I swear, you have no idea how stunned I was, my hands were literally shaking when I saw the word French in the summary.

I read this story once, then went back to reread their one day in Paris fic, and then came back to read this one again before finally writing these lines to you. My emotions were honestly all over the place, it really felt like being on a roller coaster. It was sooooo bittersweet, and honestly… you’re always way too good at hurting and comforting at the same time like this.

It was such a relief that “the book that Doyoung had brought home, but hadn’t read the note tucked in between pages” became “I found it in the book he gave me.” I still remember how hollow I felt with all that 'what could have been' in Chapter 10. But now I can finally feel my heart unclench a bit.

And then everything happened. Dy getting drunk, crying, confessing, giving Jw the bracelet and then remembering absolutely nothing. I genuinely felt bad for Dy while reading that scene, but now that I’m writing this to you… I also find it a little funny :))) Oh gosh, I should probably be punished for this.

The fact that the bracelet he poured so much love and effort into - meant for the most special person in his heart - completely vanished from the world, only for Dy to see it again right there on Jw's wrist, on the day of his engagement to someone else... I swear, there really are no words to describe the whirlwind of emotions Dy must have felt. Oh my poor little Dy… though once again, imagining his facial expression in that moment is still kind of funny.

I really, really loved idea of tennis bracelet: sapphire being Jw’s birthstone, and it having the same color as the tiles on the wall of love. That detail honestly soothed my heart so much. And the contrast between how a sober Dy wanted to give it to Jw personally, or at least on Jw’s birthday, versus a drunk Dy handing it to some random person he met and telling them to throw it away if they didn’t want it, as if the bracelet meant nothing at all. That was interesting. And then “I just want my Jeongwoo.” Like hello? What even is that? Why do you keep teasing my heart like this 😭

And the thought that they finally, truly belonged to each other - that they had already been each other’s before Dy ever became someone else’s (even if it was unlicensed and illicit)… at first, that really comforted me. But then “borrowed hearts” appeared, and “that’s how it’ll always be for the both of them”, and suddenly my emotions were in complete chaos. It’s truly something that will always sting and simmer deep inside Jeongwoo, wanting Dy
all to himself, to be his and his alone, yet knowing he never can be. That thought alone is enough to leave me breathless even after I finished reading ❤️‍🩹

Still, thank you to Minjeong for everything she did. She really is a wonderful girl, the best friend in the world, the hero of this story.

I love that Paris was like their escape, where they could truly be themselves. I didn’t fully feel that in the Paris fic before, but I definitely felt it in this one. They had to grow up so much here. And now, Montenegro has become their place - their little hideaway to be together.

Sorry for rambling like this, I really couldn’t help it. Thank you so much for this fic. I was honestly so conflicted before deciding what to write to you. Do you see now how badly you played with my heart? I’m completely serious when I say reading your fic feels like riding a roller coaster. Thank you for letting them meet again. A wish I’ve had since first reading the Paris fic back in 2023 has actually come true... it’s honestly unbelievable :)))

i am nothing but a huge cry baby over jeongbby 😭 its lit christmas and i cried at the ending because i wanted them to just be together and be happy but with how their families are it was too impossible to be with each other without having to give up something in return 🥲 but i guess they will always have montenegro and i know despite the circumstances they love each other still but man does it kill me to see them like this 😭 like if i could just do something for them sighs...also wanna say minjeong you're the best and lit one of the most understanding person in the entire universe and how she was supportive of the love that doyoung has...their love....truly best friend of the decade if i could say..anyways thank yiu for the christmas gift ive missed reading your stories 😭 thank you for still writing for jeongbby/dowoo always what would we do without you really hoping to read more of ur stories soon <3

I’ll be translating your fic into Vietnamese, and I just wanna share a little bit about how I’ll approach it.

My goal is to make it feel smooth and natural for Vietnamese readers while staying true to your original intent. I’ll focus more on the flow, feelings, and the heart of your story rather than doing a word-for-word literal translation. Any adjustments I make will only be to make the sentences flow and sound better, and to set up the scenes in a way that ensures the full emotional impact is conveyed in the Vietnamese translation.

I hope this approach is okay with you. I won’t change the core story: your characters, plot, and all key events will remain completely faithful to your original work.

Hellooo, it’s me again, the same chaotic person who couldn’t stop babbling about your Jeongbby-in-Paris fic and brought up the messages they missed with you. It’s such a relief to see you showing up again, and I hope you still remember me!

Hehe! Sooo, I’m here this time because I’d love to get your thoughts on something… Would you mind if I translate “When The Winter Wind Takes A Toll”? I adore that fic way too much. It’s honestly one of my favorite pieces of yours. Of course, full credit would always belong to you, and I’d make sure it’s shared respectfully. Though, I’d really love to hear what you think. It would mean so much to me.