한글 (hangeul) = korean dialogue.
english = english dialogue.
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sunoo tried to prevent any more tears from coming out, it was no use though because they carried on pouring out.
"그래서...돈? (so...the money?)" sunghoon broke the silence.
"나는 그것을 가지고 있지 않다 (i don't have it,)" sunoo replied.
"경찰을 부를 수 있어요, 그렇죠? (i can call the police, should i?)" sunghoon said.
"그럼 해. 내가 돈이 없어서 감옥에 가도 돈을 못받을거야 (do it then. you won't get the money even if i go to jail because i don't have any.)" when sunoo said that, sunghoon just looked down.
"어떻게 돌아가나요? 나는 그에게 내 모든 돈을 주고 집에 있는 집까지 팔았다 (how will i go back? i gave all my money to him, i even sold my house back home,)" sunoo continued.
sunghoon just sighed and grabbed the keys from the table he put them down on, making his way to the door.
"제발 저를 버리지 마세요 (please don't throw me out,)" sunoo sobbed. but sunghoon didn't listen."
"남편이 돌아올 것이라고 확신합니다! (i'm sure my husband will come back please!)" sunghoon just opened the door and left, closing the door behind him as he decided he'd wait downstairs for the latter.
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pretend ˏ sunsun
Fanfiction[DISCONTINUED] IN WHICH abandoned, clueless kim sunoo runs into westernised, charming park sunghoon in london. sparks fly in a vibrant and diverse westminister, london. inspired by the netflix movie: tara vs bilal
