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Chapter 6

Haruto POV - Present time..

Leaning against my desk, I stared at the night sky mindlessly through my office window. My office. My very own office that I build from scratch, with my own sweat, blood, and tears. In the alluring city called New York where people came from anywhere to pursuit fame, riches, and romance.

Right, I moved to NY after I graduate. I use the money I borrow from Jang Ki-Yong to start my own company, while funding my cost of living with the money I received from selling my house.

There is no way I could stay in Korea, for few reasons. Firstly because someone like me wouldn't make it there. I don't have any connection or whatsoever to climb up high. Secondly, I need to disappear from my family, Junkyu Hyung and the boys because of the contract I signed with Jang Ki-Yong.

Lastly, I choose NY because I have my bestfriend here. Noh Hyerin or Lyn, JeongWoo and I's bestfriend while we were in high school. She's our ride or die.

It took me three years to stood tall and made my own name. It wasn't easy. The first year was the hardest, yet. I received countless humiliations and rejections. People gave me cold shoulder, stepped on me like I'm a dog in a mud, and treated me as if I'm a virus. I wasn't considered as a living thing, let alone a human.

Not once or twice I felt like I should give up, that I made yet another mistake by even trying. I would mindlessly smoking on the cold street and staring at neon lights of some back alley with crocked pavement block as a silent witness to the dripping sweats and the tears I shed.

Sometimes I would go to Times Square, to see if any of Junkyu Hyung artists made it there on the giant billboard. I just stood there with trembling legs and bleeding feet. Squeezing myself in between sea of strangers, trying to find some sort of comfort from my baby's achievement.

No one would ever thought the guy who spend most of his time inside music studio turned his life 360° and became a Wall Street player. All my music books and notes were gone and being replaced with investment encyclopedias.

It doesn't make sense, but nothing in my life really make any sense. I mean, what's the chance of a seven year old got kidnapped, turned his mother crazy, being left alone by his father, joined a gang, almost got killed because the leader's love, and practically selling his body for money, right? I even starts to wonder if my existence itself is make sense.

What else that doesn't make any sense? The fact that I didn't give up and keep moving just from the thought of having a future with Junkyu Hyung. The only motivation I have to survive the harshness of concrete jungle.

Without Junkyu Hyung, these three years felt like three centuries. There is no day passing by without me thinking about him, missing him, and longing for him. I wonder how much long until I can reach him. He's too far in the sky while I'm not even reach the tip of a mountain, yet.

"Sir, you're not going to go back home?" Asked Lee Seungjoo, my right hand and also Lyn's friend here in New York.

With a smile I lifted up the new printed paper on my hand to show him. "Did you see this? It's his first day back to his company and he already made a headline. I wonder how come he still look cute even with a military haircut."

He chuckled. "Haru, I'm well aware you're whipped, but you haven't sleep for two days."

I pressed a button under my desk to open a hidden board on the wall across my desk. I took a magnetic pin from my desk and walk across my office space. My eyes scanning the board to find an empty spot. I pinned the paper after I found the perfect place. Right below an article of him leaving Japan for military service.