Gun: "I loved him, but he didn't even see me as a friend."
New: "I loved him, but I was just his toy."
Krist: "I loved him, but he couldn't love just one person."
It's been 16 years since our hearts were broken; the disappointment of first love hurt...
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Singto POV
My name is Singto, I'm 17 years old, and I'm still in high school. Despite this, I already know where my career is headed – I will take over the family business. Our family owns an architectural firm, and I will be the fourth generation to lead it. Unfortunately, I have no siblings. My mother died during childbirth, leaving just me and my father. My father has become a bitter old man, impossible to talk to. He's cruel, and when he gets angry, he doesn't hesitate to hit. That's one of the reasons I don't live with him. I rent a small apartment near my school, nothing fancy. I don't brag about being from a wealthy family; I don't need to. I rarely go home, only when my father calls and forces me to meet with some business partner and pretend we have a wonderful father-son relationship.
But I don't mind because I have Krist. We've known each other for five years, but we've officially been in a relationship for barely a year. He charmed me at first sight, but I was afraid to cross that line and court him for a long time. I feel a bit guilty that he doesn't know about my family. He thinks I'm an orphan, and I will tell him one day, but now is not the right time.
Krist is a sweetheart. He's the oldest of three siblings, and I know he doesn't have it easy at home because he's the only Omega in the household, and they treat him like a servant and a nanny. What do I love about him? Everything. He loves food, and when he eats, he looks so happy and adorable. He's my little scatterbrain, and I would give anything in the world for him.
As I was giggling at the thought of hugging Krist, someone suddenly started banging on the door. Strange, Krist has keys, and I'm not expecting anyone. When I opened the door, my heart stopped. My father. He had never visited me at my apartment before. He pushed me aside and stormed into the apartment.
"Where is he?" he yelled, and I didn't understand. "Where is the other one?" he yelled again, and I understood. My father threw a pile of photos at me, and when I looked at them, I saw they were pictures of Krist and me in the park, eating ice cream, holding hands outside.
"Explain this to me immediately," my father shouted as I looked at the photos of Krist and me.
"It's none of your business," I replied, trying to stay calm.
"None of my business?" My father laughed, but there was nothing but coldness in his eyes. "You are my son, and I decide what is and isn't my business. That boy... that Krist... you have to break up with him."
"What? You can't be serious!" I shouted.
"I'm deadly serious," my father said, stepping closer to me. "If you don't break up with him, I'll make sure his family knows what's going on. And believe me, it won't be pleasant for them. I'll destroy them."
"You can't do that," I whispered, feeling my world collapse.
"I can and I will," my father replied harshly. "Do you think you can ignore me and live your life? No, Singto. Either you break up with him, or I'll destroy his family. And that's just the beginning. I have enough resources to make their lives a living hell."
