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In the time Geon-woo had known Byun Nari, she had been a cryptic sort of case he had tried to crack. She was wrapped in layers of deep turmoil and trouble; an armor of repellent and adversity concealed her breaking heart and bleeding soul. When he had first met her, he wanted nothing more than to understand her. What made her so special and why he couldn't seem to get her off of his mind.
But as time progressed, her shell had begun to wither, and bits of her identity chipped at her guard, he was truly beginning to understand the severity of her conservncy. And while they had grown almost inseparable and the two of them opened up to each other, there was one mystery he couldn't seem to unravel- her father.
Geon-woo did not understand the relationship between the eldest Byun and his first born. He did not understand why Nari never mentioned him in conversation or how adamant she was about never introducing him to her father. The only thing Geon-woo did know was that her father was a complicated and convoluted man.
He had remembered vaguely, months ago, when for the first and last time Nari had ever mentioned her father. The way she spoke about him with a bitter twang in her mouth and a heartbreaking longing in her eyes. He remembered the underlying resentment and the feeling of confoundment at the prospect of a father ever hating their child for something out of control. Or maybe, just maybe, he understood a little too well. It seemed him and Nari really were two sides of the same story.
It wasn't until now, where he watched Nari whisk away and comfort her little brother, would he truly come to understand why Nari had kept him hidden from her father. Because had he known sooner, Kim Myeong-gil may not have been the only name written in red and underlined.
" Is he right?" Nam-gi muttered, sudden doubts and childlike uncertainty had Nari stilling in her step. Her already vexed shoulders grew more rigid as the innocent hurt and dexterity lilt in his voice brought her to her knees before him.
