Tae Shin is a simple boy with simple dreams, who likes to hide his half-forgotten past into the shadows of his low self-esteem. Kim JaeHwan is a sole heir to a gigantic multi-billion conglomerate, who likes to reminisce the ghosts of his happy child...
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A little child of three walked up to a man and tugged his sleeve. "Uncle," he said, "say story."
His uncle, a man in his early thirties, looked down at him and narrowed his eyes. His fingers paused typing on a laptop and he took off his glasses. "Story," he said with an indignant tone and poked out his tongue.
The little child, although seemingly foolish and bound by the limits of his three and half year old life, didn't take the joke well. He threw his arms up and latched on his uncle's right leg, daresay like a leech, and let out a howl of dramatized anguish. "You cheat! No good!" It was his version of a tantrum -- one that this uncle wouldn't take too well. But he had always liked the younger uncle better. "Say good story," he said again, changing his ways to a rather polite request when the tantrum didn't work.
"Alright, alright. Let's get you in bed first." Uncle sighed and pulled him up, before walking to the bed and laying him down. It was a large bed, toneless and colourless, too huge for the child's liking. He thought that he could fit his entire classroom on it, had he gotten a permission for a sleepover and that would be very much fun; but sleeping alone on the grey ocean of medium hard bed didn't settle well with him. He waved his hands after grunting in displeasure, and his uncle rolled his eyes before walking over to the chest of drawers in the far end of the room, just to bring back a random soft toy.
The boy liked pandas, but he could do with an elefunt. The nose felt nice to squish.
"The doeonce had a little fawn."
"What a doe?" He asked, curious at the mention of a new animal.
"It's a female deer." Uncle sighed when the child blinked, the word female being incomprehensible for him. "Baby deer's Eomma." So a doe was nothing new, it was just a name given to Mrs. Mother in a deer family.
"Anyway, do you want to hear the story or not?" Uncle chided softly, feigning anger to make the child quiet. He gave a tiny nod, and drew the blankets up to his chin.
"The doe was very beautiful, with her large eyes and squishy ears, and her," Uncle stopped for a moment, lost in the child's innocent eyes. "But you know, all pure and beautiful things come to an end."
"Why?" The boy squished the nose of his elefunt.
"Because every creature in that forest wanted to eat her."
"Ooh..." The child said in a sing-song voice. He had recently been educated about wildlife in his school, and he could relate to it— herbivores ended up as food for stronger carnivores. Lions ate deer, and life wasn't always so happy.
"The doe had a little baby fawn, who was equally as beautiful as her. And even more they say." Uncle laughed and then looked away.
"Uncle... why you cry?"The boy squeezed the older man's palm, blinking in confusion.
