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EunHae]

Love is a beautiful thing No one can deny this fact.

But even so, it is very dangerous to the heart.

Having to watch loved ones pass away one by one

Until finally... there was no one left.

I want to exchange everything I have. for your second Can I meet the person I love so much?

I almost begged... Crying until it's gone ...only a fraction of a minute is needed

My love happened unexpectedly. It's something simple. Until even I myself didn't know that. When did my love happen? How can it penetrate a heart that is so numb? Can love happen to a cursed person like me? People like me who don't want to believe in true love anymore.

No matter how many times I have to love someone It's like cutting that person's life short...

I told you, people like me are cursed...

4 Years ago

A tall, five-year-old young man with slightly reddish-brown hair. His small eyes stared at the black and white face of the woman he loved. Surrounding him were relatives of some bodies that lay motionless and would never rise again. A middle-aged woman cried until her eyes were swollen and sobbed until she almost lost her strength and fell on her face. Her father, who normally had a solemn expression, did not show any emotion.

Today, both hands were clenched so tightly that they were shaking. Both eyes were bloodshot from crying for a long time. As soon as he stepped foot inside his lover's funeral, The middle-aged man's father walked over and pushed the young man's shoulder hard.

“Why did you come! Why are you still coming? My daughter has died. What else can you do to get him?!” A hoarse voice shouted loudly, causing all the attendees to look at the pair as one. The little pair of eyes didn't even look at the face of their lover's father. Because his eyes were only focused on the familiar face of his lover.

This creates even more dissatisfaction among older people. Both pushing and chasing with a voice that became louder and louder until the wife had to come in and hold her arm.

“You have taken away my daughter, are you satisfied? You murderer!”

“Come on you, that's enough... Hyukjae, he didn't want all of this to happen.” A hoarse voice from a woman with swollen eyes tried to calm her trembling husband. before turning to address the young man who had arrived "Come to see Boram, right? Come in. I think he might want to see you too."

Lee Hyukjae turned and gave his lover's mother a grateful look. Before walking past the two parents, he went straight to the woman he loved one last time. His small eyes trembled, expressing the utmost pain. The person he loved, the person he intended to spend his life with. Why did everyone have to leave him? Why did such a terrible thing have to happen to him?

He just loved one person very much with all his heart. Is it wrong too?

The young man raised his hand and gently touched the black and white face of his lover. His eyelids slowly closed and his lips pursed tightly to block the tears that were about to flow. The edges of my eyes are hot.

“I'm sorry, Boram... I'm really sorry.”

The young man walked out of the event after doing what he had set out to do. He walked smoothly down the street, feeling lonely. dark sky The clouds obscured the moon, his only light, until he was blind. He is like a person who has given up hope in life. No matter how much he loves someone, the result in return is the pain of all the loss.

The red lump in his left chest began to beat slower and slower, the heart that had once been pounding and warm. Now only numbness remains.

As he was walking absentmindedly along the road His left shoulder was violently pulled back. before being hit in the face by someone's heavy punch. The young man fell onto the cold ground and felt warm water flowing from his nose and mouth. The man with the fist crouched down and searched through his pockets before smiling brightly when he found what he wanted.

That is, the wallet and mobile phone are complete. The evil thief stood up and stomped on his stomach again before running away.

His brain became blurry. He raised his hand to wipe away the warm water that was dripping onto his face.

Blood... A pair of small eyes looked at the thick red water on his palm with a calm face. He still lay there, not moving, as if mocking the heavens and earth for their bullying. Taking away the lover who was his only light without care. The young man raised his forearm to his forehead before closing his eyes. Let everything go on as it should without the slightest concern.

Is there still something for him to care about? When the most important person in your life walks away and never returns like this.

Not anymore... It's over. Everything in life is ruined.

Boram... the last woman he thought of loving. And they made a promise to get married after he returned from Japan. The one woman who would always be by his side no matter how hard the storms were. She had never been afraid or disgusted by him in the slightest. Even though she knew in her heart what would happen if he loved her. And she loves him...

If we must love each other

Hyukjae himself doesn't know. Why do bad things always happen to those around him? Why did fate have to choose him? Choosing to destroy a man's life and heart countless times. Taking away his important people one by one, from family, close friends, and even lovers.

Many times he had to cry and yell like a crazy person. I thought about committing suicide many times like a hopeless person. Thinking that in this life he would never find true love that would erase the curse that was a mark on his heart. Moreover, his heart was too hurt to accept it if he lost another person again.

It would probably be easier. If it were him who left

Mother... the cutest woman. The first woman he loved in the world. left him when he was only ten years old.

Dad... the gentlest man in the world. He is both his favorite hero and a good role model. but ended up abandoning him in a car accident when he was just thirteen years old.

Hankyung... a close friend, one of the most important people in life. Someone who always cares Had to leave after being hit by a gang of teenagers when he was sixteen years old.

IU... His first lover, the first person who taught him the meaning of the word love. But had to leave him due to an accident while boarding a plane to study in France.

And many more, the loss of loved ones. Important people drive him crazy! I want to die knowing that I will survive. I want to find everyone who has left him. But the intention to take one's own life always had to be stopped in time. It's as if the sky hates him. I want him to live in suffering without love like this.

What did he do wrong? He's just a man... who only wants to have a love that endures

Is he asking for too much?

Closed eyes began to burn. Clear water overflowed and flowed down the cheeks that were bruised from the blows from the evil thief. Hyukjae cried silently without a sound. But the pain that was buried deep screamed louder than any sound.

Life sucks!!

The curses resounded in my mind. The image of Boram rushing to block him from the path of the speeding car still lingers. Why did she have to help him? Why was it you who was hit by a car that day!?

I hate myself for that day when all I could do was sit and watch the person I loved die before my eyes.

I hate my fate. who does not sympathize with the love of a man who is for the person he loves with all his heart

hate love that brings pain and farewell to important people in a terrible way

I hate that my heart doesn't love well. who intentionally forced death on many good people

Why!! Why!! Why!!!!

The water of regret was still flowing down his cheeks and the back of his hair was wet. Of course, no one paid any attention to him. Because the area where he lies is a relatively free zone. Therefore, it is not surprising that it is lonely enough for evil-minded thieves to easily invade and attack him without shying away from the law. But even though there were people walking around, Hyukjae didn't care.

I don't see anyone he has to care about. Because everyone he loved and valued the most has now left him.

I can't take it anymore... I want to die...

“You, why are you sleeping here?” Someone's soft, deep voice sounded from above Hyukjae's head, causing him to slowly open his eyes to look at the source of the voice. But because of the tears that were still welling up in his eyes, he couldn't see the person clearly. He only knew that the other person had squatted down and looked at him with faces not far apart. “What happened to you? Your mouth is broken.”

Hyukjae rolled his eyes in another direction before slowly sitting up. But because of crying so hard just now, the young man's head was sore that he had to raise his hand to his temple and rub it gently. Before narrowing his eyes, he looked at the person in front of him, intending to capture the other person clearly. Then he saw a handsome young man, who looked to be about the same age as him, squatting with his eyebrows furrowed together in confusion.

Hyukjae raised one hand to lightly touch the corner of his mouth before slightly raising his eyes to look at the person in front of him, then replied in a low voice, “got punched.”

The other young man's brow furrowed even more when he saw the short, simple answer from the bright-colored man. Before letting out a soft sigh with a slight smile at the corner of his mouth.

“Okay... I probably didn't ask clearly. So what are you doing laying down in the middle of the road this late at night? Aren't you going home?"

House... so?

A pair of small eyes flashed with sadness again as they thought of the only place they could call home... He doesn't want to go back. Because it was intended to be used as his and Boram's residence for the next three days. Returning to the same place that holds memories of a loved one who has passed away It would only cause him more pain than before.

The person in question shook his head slowly in response before adding softly. “I have nowhere to go back.”

"Ha? what? What does it mean? You don't have a home?” the slender-faced young man asked almost immediately when he received the answer. But she couldn't help but wonder, looking at the other person's outfit, she could guess that this bright-haired man was a person of status. But why do you say you have nowhere to return?

Hyukjae was silent and didn't say anything in response, causing the person in front of him to start thinking. The more I saw the dull look in his eyes, like a lifeless person, the more I was shocked. Even if they were just strangers who had only met for less than ten minutes. With a weak heart he said something that almost made the speaker bite his tongue to death.

“If you really have nowhere to go... Um... Do you want to go stay with me first?” The bright-haired young man looked up at the other person with confused eyes. I was so surprised that this strange young man would invite people I didn't even know his name to go with him. The brain immediately thought about whether the other person was a cheater trying to trick each other or not.

Pretending to be friends and trust them in order to trick them into killing and then stealing money...

But... what else is he afraid of?

Death? No, it wasn't scary at all to him.

Because he had always wanted it. Since the day he lost his father and mother

If this man would give death to him He will accept it willingly.

Don't hesitate for a moment...

Hyukjae closed his eyes for a moment before answering slowly.

"Yes, if it's not too much of a bother to you."

The taller man slowly walked into the small house in the quiet night alley and looked around. The faint scent of flowers floated into his nostrils, making him feel somewhat relaxed. The bruise that was beginning to swell at the corner of Hyukjae's mouth began to make him feel a sharp pain that he could barely open his mouth. Just use your fingertips to gently touch it.

As for the man whose name he just learned was Donghae on his way here, he disappeared into a room at the back of the house for a moment. before returning with a clear plastic container half filled with water and a small white towel.

“Come sit first. I'll dress your wound.” Donghae gestured towards the light blue long sofa nearby. The owner of the house placed the things in his hand on a small table made of clear glass. After that, Hyukjae slowly sat down. The slightly taller person squeezed water out of the damp towel before lifting the towel and gently tapping it onto the bruise. But even then, the injured person was startled and fell backwards.

“I'm sorry, I'm not very good at this kind of thing,” the owner of the house said with an embarrassed face. But Hyukjae shook his head.

"nevermind The oil was cold and I just flinched a little. It doesn't hurt.” Hearing that, Donghae slowly lifted the cloth and carefully applied it to the corner of the other person's swollen mouth. This time he didn't flinch or move away like before, until the dried blood on the crack slowly faded and the once clear water turned red instead.

“Are you able to open your mouth wide?” Donghae asked after putting the things he had brought out just now back into place. The person being asked moves his mouth gently, trying to show the other person how wide he can open his mouth. Donghae then asked, "Are you hungry? Do you have anything to eat?"

“No, just having me stay here is bothering you enough.” Hyukjae continued to answer in the same tone the entire time.

“Don't say things like that. It was me who invited you. If I were a woman, I would probably be found to be gullible.” The owner of the house jokingly responded and then laughed softly. Which couldn't help that the other person also accidentally smiled. The atmosphere around him gradually relaxed. “What should I eat?”

"Whatever, it's not a big deal to me." He couldn't help but accept the other person's kindness. A wide smile immediately appeared on the handsome person in question's face. which made him unable to help but smile as well.

“Then let's take something soft. This will not disturb the wound too much. Wait for me for a moment, I'll be right back.” With that, he disappeared into the kitchen again, leaving the strangers who had only known each other for less than an hour to sit and look behind him in silence. Before looking down at his palm, which had a faint red stain on it until it dried up.

The image of Boram lying in a pool of blood quickly replayed in his mind. Whether it's the face or the hair Her entire body was covered in warm blood. Hyukjae immediately raised his hands to his head and closed his eyes tightly, shaking his head gently. As my heart began to sob again

It hurts every time I think about that day.

It hurts that I can't do anything to help.

Why does it always have to be like this? Every time!

“Hyukjae!” Someone called out so loudly that he himself was startled out of the cruel memories. He looked up at Donghae who had come to sit next to him, placing one hand on his shoulder. Just one light touch can make the feelings of pain and regret incredibly lessen. "Is something wrong? Do you have a headache? Do you want to go see a doctor?"

A question filled with concern, especially the look he gave her made me feel warm throughout my heart. But even then, he still didn't want to accept it. Because there is always a feeling in my heart that opposes and contradicts.

Why did this man have to be nice to him?

Why do you keep caring even though we just met?

What does he want?

But even a part of my mind is still stuck. But he couldn't deny that in this time his heart was weak. He wanted these warm palms to touch his shoulders and hold them firmly, like it was a confirmation that there was still someone else beside him. It is confirmation that he is not alone. And because something inspired him to let out his weakness through tears for a stranger like Donghae to see for the first time. Even though it was not his vision at all.

Has anyone ever said that Venting about your worries to someone you don't know will make you feel more at ease.

He never knew if it was true until today. The day he told Donghae every story.

Even though the other person didn't ask at all.

Let's add a little more. Haha (for Ally [] ?)

But oh, we've been holding back for a long time, too, about this matter.

Currently, I still haven't written even a single letter. Haha.

(I'm sorry.

TAT)