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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"S-Seonbae!" Shin stammered as he inched away from YoonJae, his feet moving closer and closer to the stairs.
"Oh no, don't topple over. I'd be a murder suspect then," YoonJae smirked as he pulled Shin roughly towards himself and threw his limp body on the rough floor. "But I guess that doesn't matter either because who the fuck would cry at your funeral, you bastard."
Those words stung harder than Shin had expected them to. His funeral. People had cried at his funeral, it garnered media attention back in the day, propelling the then Congressman Yun to a Minister's position with a landslide of sympathy votes. Though he had always wondered what was the use of people crying when no one had bothered to find out where he was all those years.
It wasn't as if he had disappeared to the north. He was in Namhae. Just four hours away from Seoul.
And then there was that spineless stalker Park YoonJae who had just his brawns to flaunt as strength. "Seonbae," Shin looked up, hellfire in his cold eyes, "stay in your limits."
"Ah… you really puzzle me." YoonJae placed his foot on Shin's back and pressed it down, laughing as he watched Shin struggle to get up. "Speaking nonsense without context."
Shin whimpered pathetically, the reckless fearlessness coming back to bite him in his neck. Pretty boy... you like this...
His eyes watered when YoonJae squatted down to his level and fisted his hair, forcing him to look up in his eyes. "Something about you makes me so fucking mad," he growled before throwing a fist squarely in Shin's jaw. "Why the heck do you look at me like that?"
Shin closed his eyes. It hurt. His chest constricted as if someone had replaced the air inside with inky, murky ocean water. Shin was drowning. The water was filling his nose, his ears, the salt slowly corroding his lungs and his memories. Tears hung on his eyelashes and made a mess as they trailed down his cheekbones.
YoonJae's hand closed on his windpipe and his eyes snapped open when YoonJae pulled the chain around his neck.
"How the fuck do you have a diamond ring?" YoonJae looked at the studded sapphires, and then at Shin's watery eyes.
"Give it back," Shin clawed on YoonJae's hands, "it's mine!"
"Why?" YoonJae's eyes gleamed with a devious twinkle as he broke the thin silver with his bare fingers and dangled it in front of Shin's face.
"Give it back—!" Shin forgot all his instincts and lunged upon YoonJae, throwing hands and feet to get the ring back.
"Hah! Look at this shit here," YoonJae laughed out loud and began to step away, his hand closed around Shin's face as he pushed him back with no effort. "Look here, you take something precious from me. Shouldn't I do the same? We should keep our ends of the bargain now."
YoonJae's waist hit the railing of the rooftop and a few of Shin's potted plants lined on the edge fell over, crashing loudly down below.
