Lee Minho is the smartest student with a charismatic appearance who doesn't have many friends as he is always too busy being enlightened to gratify his parents.
He hates Han Jisung from the core of his heart, a mediocre student who appeared to be a...
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*I like listening to September (instrumental) by Sparky Deathcap here*
"W-Why are you taking me to the woods?" Jisung said, wiping his tears.
"Wait."
They arrived in a place relatively high that was not too deep in the woods. There was a treehouse. They climbed up and sat on the edge.
"This is our graceful town of Hayang."
Jisung's eyes sparkled as the lights of the town reflected in his eyes. He rested his head on Miho's shoulder, making butterflies go crazy inside him.
"The town only, not the people of this town. This is so pretty. Whose treehouse is it?"
"My dad's. I was familiar with this location, but I never got an opportunity to come here. So, I checked it out yesterday."
Minho let out a slight chuckle out of the blue.
"Why did you chuckle?"
"Because I wanted to bring you here on our first date," he replied sheepishly and they both flushed red.
"You're the first person I've told about this."
"I'm glad I could be privileged like this." he entwined their arms.
"I'm stupid, right?"
"No, you're not."
"I'm dramatic, right?"
"On what authority do you have to say those things?"
"I thought I'd never see Jeongin again. So, I didn't dare tell anyone."
"Everything is alright now. I am here to stay, always. I will never leave your side."
They were silent as no words needed to be spoken.
"So killing him wasn't a bad idea then," Minho said.
"No....."
"It's nauseating me ughhhh...."
"Our lives are really different, aren't they? Money is crucial for me and you don't have to worry about it at all. You will become a prosecutor one day and even if you don't you will inherit your father's property. You're popular, everybody loves you and no one even knows I exist. You are the great-grandson of Hayang's most respectful persona."
"It surely isn't as brutal as yours, but it isn't like what it seems to be. There is a lot more concealed under the name and fame. The burden of not being idealistic, the irresistible dread of jeopardizing the family's glory, and their constant aspiration to be the best. These are unseen. I sometimes feel as if I went mad."
