Twelve

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"Where should I start?" he chuckled while fidgeting with his fingers, he looked at her and smiled lightly "so my name is son chaeyoung, I am twenty-seven years old. I used to live a normal life like every rich spoiled person, I decided to go military early so I went when I was twenty-three, just after I graduated. I spent two years there and I changed physically and mentally. I met many guys that I became friends with, they were kind, poor and their experiences really affected me and made me realize the preciousness of life" he yelped "I came out of the military just to see my little brother sick, my father didn't bother himself and tell me about his illness while I was away. He had a heart failure, jino was my everything, I raised him when my father was busy, I gave him all the care and love that he deserved. I still remember how happy I was when I knew that they found a heart that's identical to his body 'Dad you need to sign this paper' I said happily while my father was reading it, he didn't hold his golden pen 'The surgery costs 500,000$ and I had already spent a lot and the percentage of the success of the surgery is very low, I can't take the risk'" sana frowned upon hearing these awful words while chaeyoung was holding back his tears "I couldn't do anything... I watched him die" he sobbed while staring at the river "he deserved to live!" he yelled a bit "I hated my father, I hated everything and everyone, I ran away and lived in my yacht then started to help everyone around me, giving free medicines to poor people, saving girls from drunk men, saving bullied students from the crazy bullies in town. I lived two years like this" he looked at her "until I met you" he smiled upon remembering their first meeting "you don't remember but I met you at the university, remember? The guy you bumped into and helped you to carry your books?"

"It was you?" she was confused while watching him reach the inside pocket of his jacket and unfolded the sketch he drew "chaeyoung this is" she was lost of words, the sketch looked perfectly like her.

"I drew you after I saw you, I didn't want to forget you but destiny made us meet again on one night when someone was trying to rob you"

"It was you?" she said again while her tensed shoulders and eyes had softened.

"The one that saved you, yes" he smiled shyly "and I followed you and saw the 'Room for rent' ad and decided to live with you" he took a deep breath "I was afraid that if I introduced my self as Son Chaeyoung you will fall for my money and everything I have, I don't trust people that much after losing my brother I lost interest in life and everyone I just wish I could do something and make him live, he deserved to live sana!" chaeyoung cried "he deserved to study at the best high school and grow taller just because of my father's money he- he-" chaeyoung sobbed more "died... I am sorry sana for lying to you I am so sorry"

Sana's tears were so easy to fall, she cried seeing him broken like this...The way he was looking down while holding his hands she followed her heart, he needed a shoulder to cry on, she pulled him closer to her and caressed his hair down to his nape she can feel his breath and tears on the crook of her neck her heart was beating so fast inside of her chest she is now certain that her feelings for him were totally love.

After he calmed, the two decided to walk by Han River "thank you sana, for giving me a chance I really appreciate it"

"It's okay, momo forced me anyway" she chuckled "Are you okay now?"

He nodded "do you want Tteokbokki?"

"Hm?" he pointed at a small kiosk and she nodded excitedly, the two bought two small plates and they were eating while standing.

He was smiling from time to time enjoying his stay with her "Sana, the sauce on your lips"

"Hm?" her lips were full of the Tteokbokki's sauce he grabbed a tissue and wiped it softly but his mind wasn't straight as he looked at her lips and his red cheek wasn't unnoticed he faked a cough and looked away "let me drive you home"

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