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Reader's pov:
If you had told me years ago I'd be marrying this son of a bitch named Junghyuk, I'd have laughed.
I suppose one of the things that made it possible was the fact that I remembered him even after his countless resets or regressions. And every time I was there for him. Even when he pushed me out.
I was initially afraid, because I felt I had no special place in his heart like his ex wife, Seolhwa.
We lost a lot of people along the way. At the end we won, but at the cost of us leaving Dokja behind, which resulted in everyone forgetting him. I'm the only one that still remembers him.
I laugh as our son runs up to him in a waddle and hugs his leg.
"Mama papa is home!" He Saud, squealing as Junghyuk lifted him up.
"I can see that sweety" I say as I gaze at Junghyuk and move forward, then kiss him.
