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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Shin usually visited his grandfather's house on the weekends, and came back with a lot of side dishes. It wasn't the first time that he was away from SooMin but it was the first time when he hadn't called her.
It had been over three days.
She sat by the window in her room, looking out in hopes of seeing him come back. Her mother had been silent, as if struck by a sudden validation of her daughter's feelings and maybe drowning in the abyss of YoonJae's reality.
Park YoonJae hadn't contacted her at all, on the other hand. A part of SooMin wished he would. Maybe then she would finally be able to dig her nails into his neck and drag them down, make him bleed as much as he did to Shin. The world was a cruel place, and Park YoonJae was an epitome of that cruelty.
Nothing would happen to him. The school would gloss over the incident, or worse yet, it would never even be reported to the school. They wouldn't want to ruin YoonJae's glorious future over something as insignificant as his inherent violence, would they?
***
"Soomin-ah, I did this for your sake. Why don't you understand?"
His voice would raise and fists would clench, while tears blurred SooMin's eyes. She stood there, lips clamped in a thin line and heart beating in a rippling melody of anticipation, thump, thump, thump... when would his fist raise as high as his voice?
When would he hit her? Part of her wanted him to. Maybe then he would finally know how destructive and impossible he was. Claims of tender love and loyal sincerity spoken by YoonJae seemed like oxymorons.
SooMin wanted out.
***
All her fears and sadness had somehow evaporated, and SooMin knew that they could — would — never be the same ever again.
It was night when SooMin saw Tae Shin, his neck all wrapped up in a muffler, dragging a rather large suitcase with both his hands and trying to make it to the building where he lived.
Behind him was his grandfather, who was trying to pull that suitcase away from him and trying to drag it on his own.
Her heart warmed up. The first time she had seen that adorable dork, it was the exact same scene. Tae Shin, looking all tiny wrapped up in three layers of hand knit sweaters and a cap over his ears; was squeakily arguing with his grandfather about who would carry the bags.
