Taehyung, an orphan and mischievous young boy, fell in love at first sight with Jeon Jeongguk, promising that one day he would marry him.
Years later, Taehyung enrolls at Seoul National University, where his life intertwines with Jeongguk, a literat...
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Taehyung sat across from Mira, the head of the orphanage, a woman whose presence had been a constant throughout his life. As far back as his memory stretched, she had always been there — stern, unwavering, a pillar of strength. To the hundreds of children under her care, she was both mother and father. She was the protector, the one who gave warmth in moments of despair, discipline in times of mischief, and a silent understanding when the world felt too heavy.
Taehyung shifted in his seat, the familiar creak of the old chair grounding him in the moment. His heart pounded, not from fear but from the weight of the question he was about to ask.
"Mira, why did Jeongguk come here?" Taehyung's voice was steady, but beneath the calm exterior, a storm brewed. His fingers gripped the edge of his chair, knuckles white with tension.
Mira looked at him with eyes that had seen too much, her smile softening the lines etched into her weathered face. "Little birdie," she said, her voice a mix of fondness and nostalgia, "you've grown so much. Now you're asking questions." She chuckled lightly, the sound warm but distant, as if it came from a place long forgotten. "This building belongs to the Jeon family. They come and go as they please."
“Mira, I never intended for it to come to this,” Taehyung’s voice cracked, the weight of his words heavy in the air. He leaned forward, his eyes pleading, a storm of emotions swirling within him. “But I want an answer. Only you can give it to me. You can pull me from this darkness.”
Taehyung said, his voice trembling with urgency. The words spilled from his lips, raw and desperate, echoing the turmoil inside him. His eyes wide and pleading, as if his very soul was reaching out to her.
Taehyung's heart raced as he searched her expression for the truth he desperately sought. The shadows of uncertainty loomed larger around him. For eighteen years of his life was spend within the four walls of the orphanage that had once been his sanctuary. Then university to studio. Studio to university. He didn't had connections. Didn't had social life.
He glanced down, feeling the weight of isolation settle over him like a thick blanket. His only close friend in this world was Byul, now in England pursuing his dreams, and Wooshik, who was tied up with work. Even Hoseok, his dormmate and close friend , was more absorbed in his video games. Who can Taehyung get help from.
“What happened? Why are you so worried?” Mira asked, her voice gentle yet firm, pulling him back from the brink of despair.
“The accident wasn’t an accident,” Taehyung blurted out, his voice trembling as he stared at the floor. His hands clenched into fists on his lap, knuckles turning white. "It's just a hunch, but... they say it was a hit-and-run. If that’s true, then why was I found in the driver’s seat?" His eyes shot up, searching Mira’s face for an answer, a confirmation, anything. “I wasn’t driving, Mira. Jeongguk was the one behind the wheel."
