《I'm Yours》 Chapter 1 : The Awakening Losing One More Time "Alex, let''s break up.." said the woman "Why? Did I do something wrong?" Alex asked, confusion in his eyes. "No, it''s not that... It''s just... I don''t love you anymore. Things have changed for me," she replied, avoiding his gaze. When he heard her say that she no longer loved him and wanted to break up, he immediately felt a rush of disbelief: "If that''s what you want, I can''t stop you. But it hurts to hear you say that.." He turned away, his heart heavy, and began to walk home. With each step, tears streamed down his face, betraying the facade he tried to maintain. He stopped briefly, gazing up at the night sky, as if the vastness above could somehow ease the pain of losing her. "How many times has this happened? Three times? Four times? Haha... I keep getting dumped because they don''t love me anymore. It''s like I''m destined to be alone." Those words came out of his mouth as tears fell down his face. Then, he suddenly laughed, a hollow sound that echoed his disbelief and pain: "Haha, the ironic part is that none of my relationships last longer than a year. Haha, does that even make sense? Is this a curse or something? Why do the people I care about and love always end up leaving me behind?" When he gets home, he flops onto the bed and gazes at the ceiling. "Thank goodness tomorrow is Saturday. I won''t have to drag myself to work; instead, I can sink into my bed and sleep the entire weekend away, trying to escape the heartache." And he begins to smirk: "Oh, what a glorious life you lead, Alexander Matthias. Truly, it''s nothing short of a wonder-especially when it comes to your love life." Those words slipped out of his mouth with a sarcastic tone, mocking himself. A Few minutes later... Ring.. Ring.. _A Video Call_ "Uhm... What''s up?" Alex said, his voice thick with sleep. "Alex, where are you? Are you okay?" asked Celvin Lin, concern evident in his tone. ... _Anastasia Bella_ entered the room ... ... _Satou Hiroki_ entered the room ... ... _Kawano Mayumi_ entered the room ... ... _Oh Han Min_ entered the room ... "I''m at my apartment. What''s going on?" Alex said. "Honestly, I''m worried. No, we''re all worried about you, Alex. We don''t want you to do something reckless like last time," Celvin said, concern etched on his face. "Really, there''s nothing to worry about. I''m fine," Alex replied, forcing a smile but betraying his true feelings. "Come on, Alex. We can see through your act. You''re not okay. Just talk to us," Hiroki urged, his voice filled with sincerity. *Speaking in mix language* "(Τ=anone)''You know'', Alex, I need to tell you something important," Mayumi began, her tone heavy. "That woman-your girlfriend... no, your ex-she posted something on social media. She''s getting married next month, and there''s a photo of her with another guy." *Speaking in mix language* "Wait, what? (?? ?? ??/michin saekki yeoja) ''That crazy woman''. I knew you mentioned she might be a two-timer and Alex might get dumped when you saw that post, but I didn''t expect her to flaunt it like that," Han Min said, disbelief in his voice. *Speaking in mix language* "(Ǥ礦/Deshou) ''I know right''.. I found out because she shared it on her close-circle list. One of my coworkers is on that list, and she showed it to me because she was excited about her best friend''s engagement," Mayumi explained. "But here''s the thing: my coworkers told me that she felt suffocated in the relationship with the previous guy named Alex. She claimed you weren''t giving her enough space to grow, and that she felt like she was losing herself. She was looking for someone who could understand her need for independence, and it breaks my heart to say this, but it seems like she found that in someone else." Suddenly, Alex began to laugh. However, the sound of his laughter was forced, and his friends exchanged worried glances. "Haha... Haha... Wait, So you''re telling me she was seeing another guy while we were together? And now she''s just running off with him instead of having a conversation with me? That''s really low." Tears began to stream down Alex''s face. "Haha... Haha... Oh God... What did I do to deserve this? Why do I have to feel this way? Sob... Sob... You all know this isn''t the first time I''ve been treated like this. It''s a cycle that keeps repeating. Do I not have the right to be loved back by the people I care about?" His friends felt the weight of his words, their own eyes welling up with tears. "No... no... Don''t say that. You are one of the best people I know. There are plenty of girls out there who would appreciate you. You deserve better than this," Han Min said, trying to reassure him. "Exactly. This is just one chapter in your life. Let it go. We''re here for you, no matter the distance. Even if we''re living in different countries, we''ll always support you. Think of us as your family. We''ll listen whenever you need to talk," Anastasia added, her voice filled with warmth. "I wish I could just hug you right now, buddy. You''re not alone in this," Hiroki said, his voice breaking with emotion. "Me too... Me too... We''re all here for you, Alex..." They spent hours talking, comforting him, and reminding him of the strength of their friendship. It was a poignant reminder of how true friends stand by each other through the toughest times. The Dream "Young Master, you must run now! I''ll hold off the pursuers," the man in black urged, his voice strained but resolute. "No! I won''t leave you behind! I can''t-" "Listen to me! If you don''t go, we''ll both perish here. I can''t protect you while I''m fighting. You need to escape!" "But... if I leave, you''ll be-" "I''ll be fine! I promise. Once you''re safe, I''ll follow you. But you have to trust me!" The noble young man feels a pang of despair; he knows the man in black has already resigned himself to this fate. The noble young man embraces the man in black, then he suddenly begins chanting in an otherworldly language that seems to resonate with the wind itself, causing a gust to whip around them, as if granting them a final blessing. "Fine, I''ll go. But promise me you''ll find a way back to me," he said, voice trembling. "I swear it, Young Master. No matter what happens, I''ll come back to you," the man replied, eyes glistening with unshed tears. The noble young man forces a smile, his heart heavy as he bows deeply, the weight of his words hanging in the air. "Farewell, my dear servant, my best friend, and my brother. Until we meet again." Tears streamed down the cheeks of the man in black as he watched the noble young man retreat into the darkness. He prostrated himself, whispering, "Farewell, my brother, my best friend, and my dear beloved prince. May your journey be filled with light and your path lead to safety." "I can''t believe this is happening. I''m so exhausted... How much longer can I run?" he muttered to himself, feeling the strain in his muscles. "I need a moment to breathe." But just as he begins to slow, the sound of heavy footsteps echoes ominously behind him. He spins around, heart racing, just as an arrow whizzes past him, narrowly missing its mark. Alarm blares... Alarm blares... Alex jolts awake, disoriented, his heart pounding in his chest. "What the hell...?" he groans, rubbing his eyes. "That dream felt too real. I''ve really got to cut back on those late-night shows. They''re twisting my mind." He sits up, the weight of reality crashing down on him. With a shaky hand, he covers his eyes, trying to block out the world. "Mom... Dad... I miss you both so much. It''s just... this life feels unbearable without you. I still remember your last words, Mom, the night before everything changed..." Flashback: A Conversation Between Alex and His Mom It was winter in Japan, the cold biting at everything it touched. As the second month of the year drew to a close, Alex, a dedicated university student juggling his studies and a part-time job at a mini-market, found himself in a moment of deep anxiety. On that particular night, around 11:00 PM, he received an important call from home during a 40-minute break. He hurried out of the building, seeking a quiet spot in the nearest park to talk. He settled onto a bench, his heart racing. .... Ring... Ring... .... Before answering, he took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing thoughts. His expression was a mix of worry and hope, whispering to himself that everything would be alright. Yet, when he picked up the call, reality hit. "Hello, Miss Zera. How''s Mom doing? Everything''s okay, right?" he asked, his voice trembling slightly. "Hello, Alex. Yes, everything is stable. Your mother just regained consciousness and wants to hear your voice," she replied gently. "Mom? Is that you?" Tears began to stream down Alex''s face as he heard her familiar voice after ten long days of worrying. "Alex, my sweet boy. Where are you?" "I''m at work, but I''m on my break right now," he replied, struggling to keep his composure. "Have you eaten, son?" Her concern was palpable. "I had something earlier..." he said, his throat tightening. "Are you crying?" she asked, her voice softening. "No! I''m not crying, Mom. You must have misheard," he replied, desperately trying to sound composed. "Really?" "Um, yes, really." "How''s your study Son? Everything''s good right?" "I''m doing well with my studies, Mom. Just focus on getting better," he urged, trying to keep the conversation light. There was a heavy pause on the line. Alex could almost hear his mother taking a deep breath. "Listen, sweetheart, I know you sometimes drink with your friends. It''s okay to enjoy yourself, but please don''t overdo it. Promise me?" If you spot this story on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation. "Why are you saying this now?" He fought to keep his voice steady, confusion and anger swirling inside him. "Because I care... and because you''re growing up." "Mom, I can''t just sit here while you''re in the hospital. Should I come home?" Panic crept into his voice. "No! Don''t even think about it. You can''t waste your money on a flight. Stay focused on school. That''s what your father would want." "But-" "Listen to me! Stay where you are!" "Okay... I understand..." "Promise me you''ll stay strong." Hearing the frailty in her voice cut him deeper than any wound. He had to fight against the rising tide of despair. "Mom... I need you to keep fighting. Please..." "Don''t cry, my love. You''re becoming a man now. You need to be strong for me. A man must stand tall, no matter the storm." "I''m trying, Mom..." "Life will be harsh without me, but you must keep living. Promise me you will live fully, even if I''m not there to see it." "I promise, Mom... I promise..." "Don''t gamble. Stay away from it; it leads to ruin. Don''t smoke; it will destroy your health." "I''ll remember, Mom. I''ll do my best..." "Where was I? Ah, yes... Be good to your friends; they will support you when you need it most. If you find someone special, choose her for her heart, not your money. Be faithful, Alex. Always pray to God, no matter what." With every word, the weight of reality crashed down on him, and he broke down, sobs wracking his body, echoing in the stillness of the park. "I will, Mom! I swear I''ll make you proud!" "That''s my boy... I wish your father were here. It''s so ironic, isn''t it? He went before me..." Her voice trailed off, heavy with regret. "I love you, Alexander Matthias. I love you so much. I''m so tired now. I need to rest. We''ll talk tomorrow." "Sob... sob... Okay, Mom. Please, get some rest. I love you too." He could hear the smile in her voice, even through the sadness. "Goodbye, my darling." "Goodbye, Mom. Talk to you soon." ... Voice Call Ended ... Who would have guessed that night would be the last time Alex would hear his mother''s voice? The next day, she slipped into a coma, leaving him to grapple with fear and prayer from a distance. Fourteen agonising days later, the call came: a grim message that shattered his world, compelling him to fly home for her funeral. End of the Flashback Conversation Between Alex & His Mom "I''ve tried so hard to follow your advice, Mom... but why do I still feel this hollow ache inside? Just a week after you passed, the girl I loved more than anything betrayed me. And it''s like history is repeating itself-one heartbreak after another." He paused, frustration etched on his face. "You told me to be good to my friends, and I''ve tried. But we''re all scattered across different places, caught up in our own lives. Some of them are even married now. I can''t bring myself to disturb their happiness with my selfish needs." His voice trembled with the weight of his loneliness. "I''m so utterly alone, Mom. Both inside and out. I need someone to share my thoughts with, someone who really sees me. Why does love feel like a distant dream? Why does it seem like my prayers are falling on deaf ears?" A bitter laugh escaped him, a fragile attempt to mask his pain. "Haha... listen to me. I sound like a lunatic." Alex felt his heart shatter under the strain of isolation. "Living without love feels like walking through a never-ending fog-meaningless and dark." His emotional reservoir had been drained, leaving him exhausted and longing for something genuine. He craved true love, yet the shadows of past failures loomed large, haunting him. In light of all this, he found solace in the kindness and goodwill he had extended to others, knowing it was what his mother would have wanted for him. Unexpected Guest Door bell ringing... Alex groaned as the persistent sound pulled him from his slumber. "Ugh... Who the hell is ringing the doorbell this early? It''s Saturday, and it''s barely 7:00 AM," he muttered, dragging himself out of bed. On his way to the door, he rubbed his eyes and grumbled, wondering who or what could possibly demand his attention so urgently. When Alex opened the door, he froze. Standing before him were two familiar faces, a sight so unexpected that it left him momentarily speechless. *Speaking in mix language* "(??!/jjajan!) ''Ta-da!" Han Min greeted with a wide grin. "(??, ?? ??/annyeong, uli chingu) ''Hello, my friend." *Speaking in mix language* "(`, Ϥ褦`/yo- ohayou) ''Yoo, Good Morning''." Hiroki added, casually waving. Alex''s initial shock melted into relief. A smile spread across his face as he tried, and failed, to keep his emotions in check. His two best friends, standing right there. He hadn''t realised just how much he needed to see them until this moment. Han Min and Hiroki, without waiting for an invitation, strolled into the apartment like they used to back in their university days. "You guys are insane!" Alex blurted out, still processing. "How? Why? Don''t you have jobs? And how the hell did you even find me?" *Speaking in mix language* "Slow down, man." Han Min plopped onto the couch, clearly jet-lagged. "First of all, it''s a beautiful morning. Second, we''re too tired to answer all these ridiculous questions right now . . .(Ǥ礦?/Deshou?) ''Right?''" *Speaking in mix language* "(󡢤Ǥ!/Un, soudesu) ''Yes, that''s right!" Hiroki nodded, stifling a yawn. "We''re running on fumes here." *Speaking in mix language* Han Min shot Alex a playful glare. "So just stop with the interrogation, (????/al-assji?) ''Okay?''" *Speaking in korean language* "(?, ???/eo, al-ass-eo) ''Oh, Okay''." Alex chuckled, shaking his head. "Why are we here? Simple." Han Min sat up a little. "We''re worried about you, Alex." "Do we have work? Yeah, unfortunately." Hiroki cut in. "And trust me, it''s a pain working on Saturdays." "But," Han Min leaned forward, "we took emergency leave. Family reasons, of course." He winked. "And don''t worry, we''ve got our parents covering for us back home. No messes to deal with." Hiroki smiled. "The other three wanted to come, but they''re tied down with their own stuff. They feel bad they couldn''t make it, but they send their love. Anastasia helped us find you-remember the Christmas hamper she sent last year? Yeah, that''s how we got your address." The two friends dropped their luggage in the corner of the living room. Han Min walked over to Alex and pulled him into a tight, comforting hug. "It''s okay, Alex... It''s okay." Han Min''s voice softened. "That person? She wasn''t right for you. Neither were any of the others. They just weren''t your match." Alex''s chest tightened as he tried to hold back the tears. Han Min continued, "You know what? You don''t need a partner to be happy. You have a good job, you''ve got money-treat yourself, buddy. Enjoy life. And remember, you''re never alone. We''re always here. We''ve got your back, just like you''ve always had ours." Hearing those words, Alex finally let go. The tears he''d been holding back streamed down his face as he sobbed into his friend''s shoulder. "Sob... sob... I understand... I do," he choked out between breaths. Hiroki quietly approached, gently patting Alex on the back. "It''s okay to cry, Alex. Just let it out. There''s nothing wrong with it. We''re human, man. Even we have our breaking points. Crying doesn''t make you weak." With his friends beside him, Alex felt a sense of comfort he hadn''t felt in a long time. The weight of his loneliness began to lift. "By the way," Han Min said, lightening the mood, "our flight home''s tomorrow afternoon." "So..." Hiroki grinned, knowing where this was going. "So, let''s rest for a few hours, grab some lunch, and then-" Han Min stood dramatically, "-take us out! Show us around, and then, my boys, we hit the bars. It''s time for a boys'' night out!" Alex laughed, the first genuine laugh he''d had in weeks. "Aye aye, Captain Han!" "Alright, I''m crashing." Hiroki yawned and headed to the guest room. Alex sat for a moment after his friends disappeared into the other rooms. A wave of gratitude washed over him. These were the people who truly cared, the ones who had always been there when it mattered most. And even though life had pulled them in different directions, they were still right by his side when he needed them the most. For the next 30 hours, the three friends laughed, reminisced, and made new memories, cherishing each moment as they relived the best parts of their university days. It was a reminder of the kind of bond that time and distance could never break. 7:00 PM, After a Long Day Alex had just returned home, exhausted but content, after seeing off his two best friends at the airport. He changed his clothes in the powder room and trudged toward his bedroom. Collapsing onto the bed, he smiled to himself-a smile that felt like a small but significant victory. Life wasn''t so bad after all. Perhaps, the right moment simply hadn''t come yet, and maybe, just maybe, the struggles were worth enduring. As sleep crept over him, he had no idea that fate was preparing to unveil a new course in his destiny. The Void "Wait, what? Where the hell am I?" Alex blinked, confused. He stood in an empty space-an endless void. "I was just in bed... What is this?" he muttered, pinching his arm hard. "Ouch!" he winced. "No way. This is supposed to be a dream, right? But... why does it hurt?" His mind raced. "A dream that feels real? This is messed up." Suddenly, about 300 meters to his right, a figure materialized, walking slowly toward him. As the figure approached, Alex''s heart pounded-he was seeing someone who looked exactly like him, but just a shade brighter. The stranger finally stopped in front of him, grinning. "Excuse me, but... who are you?" Alex asked, baffled. "You look exactly like me." The man, dressed in a traditional Hanbok, grinned wider. "Really? You don''t know who I am?" Alex squinted, studying him. "No... never seen you before. I''m an only child-I don''t have a twin." The man burst into laughter. "Easy, man. No need to be on guard." With a clap of his hands, a table and two chairs appeared out of thin air, fully set with food and drinks. "Alright, before we dive into any serious discussions, let''s fill our stomachs first. You haven''t had dinner yet, have you?" The Man in Hanbok said, walking over to one of the chairs with an easy confidence. "Please, have a seat, Alexander Matthias." Alex hesitated, his thoughts racing. How does he know my name? But despite his misgivings, he sat down. His stomach growled loudly, betraying him. The man chuckled. "I figured you''d be hungry. Come on, dig in." Embarrassed, Alex picked up his fork, tasting the food. His eyes widened. "Wait a second... how do you know all my favorite dishes? And-this one-it tastes just like my parents used to make!" The man in the Hanbok chuckled again. "You''ll understand soon enough." The Revelation When they finished eating, the plates vanished, replaced by two oversized cups of milk tea. "Now, we can talk," the man said, leaning back. Alex nodded, still intrigued. "Alright." The silence between them stretched awkwardly until finally, the man spoke. "So, your first question-where are we? This place is your subconscious mind. But when you pinched yourself, it hurt because I''ve summoned not just your mind, but your soul." "Our soul," the man clarified. "Wait... what do you mean ''our soul''?" Alex asked, his confusion deepening. "I am you. Or rather, I''m your past life." Alex gawked at him. "My... past life?" The man grinned mischievously. "Yes. You see, this ''dream'' is no ordinary dream. I''m not some figment of your imagination. I''m a past version of you. I summoned your soul into this space to help you unlock what''s been hidden." "Unlock what?" Alex asked, half-laughing, half-terrified. "This is insane." At that, Alex spun around, clapping his cheeks with both hands, a frantic laugh escaping his lips. "Haha... Oh, great! I''ve officially lost it. My dreams are becoming absurd!" He muttered under his breath, "No, no, no... This must be some kind of trick. This can''t be real. Maybe it''s a demon... something dark." Turning sharply back to face the man, Alex pointed a finger, his voice rising, "Hey! Demon, devil-whatever you are, I command you in the name of God to go back where you came from! I''m not buying this." The Man in Hanbok burst into laughter, genuine amusement lighting up his face. "Oh, God-I mean gosh-I believe in God too, but wow, I didn''t expect my reincarnation to be this bold. You''re really something." "Shut up, demon!" Alex shot back, his resolve unwavering. "Go back to where you belong!" The Man in Hanbok sighed, rolling his eyes. "If I were a demon, then so are you. Because, remember-we''re the same." "I''m not falling for that," Alex said, shaking his head in denial. At this, the Man in Hanbok''s playful demeanor faded. He rubbed his temples in frustration, muttering to himself, "This is harder than I thought. Convincing my own soul... unbelievable." He took a deep breath. "Alright, guess I''ll try something else." His grin returned, then he reached into his robe and revealed a ring-a silver band set with five amethyst stones. The moment Alex''s eyes landed on it, something inside him broke. His chest tightened, and before he knew it, tears began to well in his eyes. "I-why do I-" "Feel this way?" the man finished for him. "Because this ring, this part of me... it''s part of you too. It remembers." As if drawn by an invisible force, Alex reached out, his fingers brushing against the ring. Instantly, warmth flooded him, and then-like a dam breaking-a torrent of memories, faces, and places surged into his mind. His knees buckled, and he collapsed, gasping for breath as the weight of another life crashed over him. Fragments of the Past The darkness surrounding him lifted slowly, and Alex blinked his eyes open. The man was still there, watching him closely, his expression unreadable. "How do you feel?" the man asked, his voice quiet. "Dizzy... but okay," Alex muttered, pushing himself to his feet. The man smiled faintly. "Good. Because you''ll need to be strong for what''s coming. These memories-they''re just the beginning." Alex nodded, still piecing together the fragments swirling in his mind. "I... I remember things. Faces. But it''s all still pieces. What does it mean?" "It means," the man replied softly, "that your past life is beginning to merge with your present self. But the full picture won''t reveal itself yet." Alex rubbed his temples, feeling a dull ache settle there. "Why now? Why is this happening?" The man''s expression became serious. "Because your time is coming. A time when you''ll need to understand who you are-who we are. And with that knowledge will come power." "Anw, I knew exactly what your favorite foods were and made them taste just like your parents'' cooking. Because I got a glimpse of your past while I was walking toward you." Alex blinked in surprise. "Oh... that actually makes sense." "Any more questions?" the Man in Hanbok asked, leaning back with a satisfied smile. "Yes!" Alex replied eagerly, his curiosity bursting. "I have a few! First, why do you look like you''re fading? Second, why are some parts of my memories blurry? When I try to go deeper, it vanishes. And third... tell me the truth... Can I really wield magic?" His eyes sparkled with excitement at the last question. The man chuckled, his amusement clear. "Haha... You''re an interesting one. Alright, let me explain. First, I''m indeed your past life. But what you''re seeing now is just a form of mana-a small portion of my essence that I stored in our soul before I perished. You could think of it as a snapshot of who I was, preserved for this moment." Alex frowned in confusion. "Isn''t that... against the rules? The Law of Heaven, or something like that?" The Man in Hanbok smirked. "You''re right. Normally, when a person dies, their soul is wiped clean of memories and reincarnated-or sent to Heaven or Hell, depending on their deeds. But..." He paused dramatically, "unless you''re special. Like us." "Special?" Alex leaned in, his curiosity deepening. "Exactly." The man''s grin widened. "And as for why I''m fading? The mana I stored is nearly depleted. But don''t worry, I''m not going anywhere-because, well, I''m you." Alex blinked, trying to process everything. "So, when I wake up, I''ll have your memories... and your personality?" "Sort of," the man said, his tone more serious now. "It''s more of a fusion. My experiences, my knowledge-they''ll blend with yours. You''ll still be you, but... with a twist." Alex was speechless. He nodded, absorbing the revelation. "Now, about your second question," the Man in Hanbok continued, "the blurry memories? Honestly, I don''t know. They''ll likely clear up when the time is right." Alex''s brow furrowed. "That''s not much of an answer." The man shrugged, unapologetic. "Some things have to reveal themselves in their own time." "And the magic?" Alex leaned forward, barely able to contain his excitement. The Man in Hanbok grinned again, clearly enjoying this. "Okay, let me show you something. Look to your right and imagine a door." Alex turned his head and squinted. "Uh... okay..." "Now," the man said, "say ''Storage.'' Quietly." "Storage?" Alex whispered, feeling a bit silly. Suddenly, a glowing golden door materialized in the air. Alex''s eyes widened in awe, his breath catching in his throat. "This," the man said with satisfaction, "is your pocket dimension. Inside, it stores all sorts of valuable things. It will vanish after sixty seconds if you don''t enter." Alex was speechless, his mind racing. "Not bad, huh?" The Man in Hanbok grinned, watching Alex''s face light up. "Not bad at all," Alex agreed, barely able to contain his amazement. "Now, you can discover the rest when you wake up. My mana is almost used up," the Man in Hanbok said, his form beginning to shimmer and fade. Final Words Alex smiled, feeling a deep connection to the man. "Don''t worry. It''s all on me now. After all, at the end of the day, I am you." The man nodded, a look of relief crossing his face. As he began to fade, he leaned in close and whispered in Alex''s ear, "Be aware of C*l*n*s." With that, the Man in Hanbok dissolved into a shower of golden particles that floated into Alex''s soul. The Awakening The sound of his alarm ripped Alex from the dream. Gasping, he shot up in bed, heart pounding. His mind raced, trying to grasp the fragments of the night. It had to be a dream... right? But then, the words spilled from his lips without thought. "Storage." A golden door materialized before him, just like in the dream. For a moment, Alex stared, then threw his head back and laughed. "Well then," he muttered, a grin stretching across his face. "Not bad. Not bad at all." Chapter 2 : Ill Find You The Song Family "Yawn... What a beautiful day," Mi Na mumbled, stretching her arms as sunlight streamed through the window. She padded over to the glass, gazing outside, her mind lingering on the possibilities of the day. "But why does the exam period have to start on such a remarkable Monday?" "What time is it now?" she murmured, squinting at the clock on her wall. Clock: 07:28 AM "Whoa, this is nuts! I''m gonna be late!" Panic surged through her as she darted around her room, gathering her things for school. She quickly hopped in the shower and threw on her best outfit, her heart racing as she glanced at the clock again07:49 AM. Ouch! Why didnt anyone wake me up? Dont they care? She frowned, annoyance flaring as she rushed out of her room, bounding down the hallway toward the dining room. The scene in the dining room was familiar yet comforting. Her mother bustled in the kitchen, cooking breakfast, while her father read the newspaper, engrossed in the latest headlines. Her big brother helped set the table, and her little brother sat across from their father, scribbling away on his homework. Mom! Mom! Mi Na called, barely pausing to catch her breath. What? her mother shouted back from the kitchen, sounding busy yet kind. Why didnt you wake me up at 7:00 AM? I told you my exam started today, and I need to be at school early! Mi Na huffed, irritation lacing her voice. Oh, did you? I must have forgotten, her mother replied gently, stirring a pot on the stove. I did, Mom! Mi Na emphasized, her voice rising. She plopped down at the dining table, frustration bubbling over. Ugh, why do I have to be born into this family? Mom only prioritizes my big brother, and Dad pays attention to my little brother. And me? Their only beautiful daughter? I might as well be invisible! She sighed, sarcasm dripping from her words. If we didnt care for you, youd be living in an orphanage or a foster house by now, not comfortably in my house, her mother shot back, annoyance creeping into her tone. And you wouldnt be able to wear nice clothes or shoes or pay for your tuition with my money, her father added, still absorbed in his newspaper. See? They even gang up on me in my own arguments. Not a single one of them tries to defend me, Mi Na huffed, crossing her arms. Haha! Big sis, youre hilarious! No matter how many times you complain, its still fun to watch, her little brother chimed in, laughter bubbling from him. Mi Na glared at him, and he quickly averted his gaze back to his homework. Her big brother approached, placing a steaming plate of food in front of her. Dont worry, my cute little sis. Even if Mom and Dad dont defend you, Ill always have your back, he said, affectionately ruffling her hair. Mi Na felt a warmth spread through her. I knew it... only my big brother truly cares for me in this house. Thanks, big bro. She smiled, making a heart gesture with her fingers. Her little brother shook his head, muttering, The live-action drama between the Drama Queen and Drama King begins! Crush on you School Bell Rings... School Bell Rings... Mi Na and her three friends walked to the cafeteria, their faces a mix of stress and relief after finishing the days exams. The atmosphere was hectic, especially for Mi Na. They entered the bustling cafeteria, scanning for a free table. I give up... Im totally done with numbers, Mi Na announced, dramatically dropping her bag onto the table and resting her forehead against her arms. Whys that? asked Choi Min Hyeok, raising an eyebrow. I hate anything to do with numbers and formulas. Math? Its the worst! I thought choosing Management would mean just case theory and practice. Who knew thered be so much math? Mi Na lamented. Haha! I told you not to apply for Management! You and I both know we arent math people, Jung In Na chimed in, smirking. So, whats bothering you now? Kim Na Ri asked, leaning closer. Kim Na Ri I have Corporate Finance and Cost Accounting exams tomorrow. What am I going to do? Mi Nas voice rose in panic. Na Ri wrapped her arms around her in a comforting hug. You can do this! Fingers crossed. Suddenly, Min Hyeok interrupted, Hey Mi Na, look at two o''clock. Theres something interesting over there. He chuckled, his gaze fixed elsewhere. When Mi Na turned to see what he was pointing at, her heart skipped a beat. Standing across the room was the guy shed been crushing on since the semester beganPark Jae Won. Without thinking, she scrambled for her makeup, pulling out powder, a mirror, and lipstick from her bag, her heart racing. I have to look good! she muttered, quickly touching up her appearance. Youve got this, Mi Na! her friends encouraged. Hey, Park Jae Won! Long time no see! Mi Na called out, flashing a flirtatious smile as she approached him. Oh, hey Song Mi Na! Didnt we just meet yesterday at part time work? Jae Won replied, his smile bright. Right! I forgot... I thought it was last week! Hehe Mi Na giggled, feeling a little silly. Haha! So, hows your exam? Jae Won asked, genuine interest in his voice. Oh, it was good! How about you? she asked, her eyes sparkling with excitement. Jae Won began to reply, but his phone rang, cutting him off. Hello? Oh, okay... Got it. Just finishing my meal now. On my way. He ended the call, a hint of urgency in his voice. Sorry, Mi Na. I really need to go. Ill talk to you later, he said, quickly gathering his things. Sure... No problem. Talk soon, Jae Won. Be careful! Mi Na replied, feeling her heart sink as he walked away. When she returned to her friends, their curious faces greeted her. So, what did you guys talk about? What did he say? In Na asked, eager for details. He greeted me and asked about my exam, Mi Na said, unable to hide her smile, even as she felt a bit silly. Only that? Min Hyeok pressed, eyebrows raised. Mi Na nodded enthusiastically. Not just that! He also said hed talk to me later... I think he might have a crush on me! Her voice danced with giddiness. Na Ri shook her head, murmuring under her breath, This is nuts... shes beyond saving. Meanwhile, In Na and Min Hyeok burst into laughter at Mi Nas excitement. Oh, my poor girl... shes still naive. Mi Na, he said that just for formality, not because hes interested in you, In Na said, trying to bring her back to reality. But... but he was smiling at me! Mi Na protested, still riding the high of the moment. Theres no but. That was just politeness to end the conversation. And that smile? Purely courtly manners. Grow up, girl! Min Hyeok added, teasingly. Mi Na fell silent, absorbing their words. After a moment, she forced a smile and replied, Okay, okay... I get it. Lets not talk about this anymore. She hoped to shift the topic. Na Ri''s expression turned serious. Well support whatever you decide, but we just dont want to see you get hurt again. You know what Im talking about... she said gently. Dont worry! I know what Im doing. Even if it happens again, I still have you guys, right? Right? Mi Na replied, trying to lift their spirits. Her friends smiled back, their support unwavering. In that moment, they shared a bond stronger than any heartbreak, ready to face whatever came next together. They returned to their lunch, laughter and chatter filling the air, each believing in the possibilities that tomorrow might bring. Moving Forward The next day, Mi Na rushed through her two exams, finishing as fast as she could. Though the questions were tough, she managed to get through them, or at least she hopes so! As she headed toward the campus cafeteria, she suddenly froze. She spotted a familiar figure up ahead, walking toward the back of the academic building. Her curiosity sparked, and before she knew it, she found herself following him at a distance. Something about him pulled her inshe couldn''t stop. Peeking from afar, she watched as the figure turned. Her heart dropped. It was Park Jae Wonthe guy she''d been secretly crushing on since the semester began. But instead of the moment she had long imagined, what she saw made her breath catch. He was making out with someone else. Passionately. Mi Na stood paralyzed, her mind whirling. She couldn''t move, couldn''t breathe. Her heart shattered right there, on that cold, quiet campus path. A sudden ring from her phone jolted her out of her trance. Startled, she stumbled backward, and without thinking, she ran. Heartbroken, she pulled out her phone and texted her friends, "I need to talk. Meet me at our spot." They didnt ask any questions. The moment they got her message, they abandoned their half-eaten meals and rushed to her side. When Mi Na reached the park, she collapsed beneath a tree, curling herself into a small ball, her forehead resting on her knees, arms wrapped tightly around her legs. She stared at the ground, feeling the weight of another broken heart. "Again... My heart is broken, one more time," she whispers to herself. Her friends soon found her. Without saying a word, Na Ri and In Na wrapped their arms around Mi Na, offering silent support. What happened, girl? Talk to us, Na Ri asked softly, concern etched across her face. Mi Na hesitated, her voice trembling as she spoke. I... I saw Park Jae Won... making out with someone behind the academic building. Right in front of me. Min Hyeok''s voice immediately cut through the air, loud and indignant. What? That jerk! How dare he do that? What kind of person... Help support creative writers by finding and reading their stories on the original site. Min Hyeok, stop! In Na scolded him, glaring. This isnt about you getting angry. Think about Mi Na. No, its not Jae Wons fault, Mi Na interjected, forcing a brave smile. I followed him out of curiosity. I should have known better. I guess its my fault for getting my hopes up. Na Ri placed a reassuring hand on Mi Nas back. Its okay. You deserve better. The right person is still out there, waiting for you. Yeah, youre right, Mi Na replied, a flicker of hope igniting within her. There are plenty of fish in the sea. A little heartbreak wont stop me from believing in true love! Thats the spirit! Na Ri cheered, her smile brightening the moment. One day, the right fish will swim into your life, and it will be worth the wait. But Min Hyeok, never one to miss an awkward moment, chimed in, "But how are you gonna act around Jae Won later? You guys are working together, right?" In Na shot him another sharp look. "Choi Min Hyeok! Dont make it worse." "Hey, Im just saying! Its a fact. Shes gonna have to face him sooner or later," he shrugged, unfazed. Before In Na could snap again, Mi Na cut in. "Guys, its fine. Really. Dont fight over this. Ill handle it. Moving on is part of life, right? Ill be okay." Min Hyeok raised his hands in surrender. "Alright, alright. If you say so." In Na, still glaring at him, muttered under her breath. Na Ri clapped her hands, eager to change the atmosphere. Alright, enough. Lets not dwell on this. How about we all go shopping after school? Lets do something fun. Yay! Im all for that, In Na added. her tone suddenly brightening. Mi Na stood up, dusting herself off. Ill pay for lunch today. Its the least I can do after pulling you all away from your meals. Together, they walked back to the cafeteria, with Mi Na grateful for her friendsfriends who stood by her, no matter how many times her heart had been broken. At home Mi Na returned home from a long day of shopping with her friends. Exhaustion tugged at her as she slipped into her room, eager to shower and change into something more comfortable. Afterward, she settled down at her study desk, determined to review for tomorrows exam. But as the minutes ticked by, her mind, weighed down by emotional fatigue and physical exhaustion, began to blur. Before she knew it, her head drooped onto the desk, and she fell into a deep, unplanned sleep. A little while later, her mother knocked softly on the door, intending to drop off some freshly folded laundry. When there was no response, she opened the door, finding Mi Na fast asleep over her study materials. Smiling to herself, she shook her head, marveling at how her daughter, despite all her growing pains, still reminded her of the little girl she used to be. Quietly, she placed the clothes in the wardrobe and left the room. Descending the stairs, she called out, "Sang Woo!" "Yes, Mom?" came the reply from the living room, where her son was glued to the TV. "Come help me for a moment," she said, motioning for him to follow. Curious, the younger brother piped up, "Do you need me too, Mom?" "No, no, you stay there and enjoy your show. I just need your brother for a minute," she reassured him. Sang Woo then followed her upstairs, already knowing what was needed. When he saw his sister slumped over her desk, he chuckled softly. Carefully, he picked her up and laid her in bed. The two quietly left the room after whispering goodnight to their "sleeping princess." The Dream Later that night, under the cold glow of the moon, Mi Na found herself caught in the middle of a vivid, unsettling dream. A woman was running frantically through a dense forest, her breath ragged, as soldiers pursued her through the trees. Exhaustion overcame her, and she stumbled to the ground, too weak to run any further. Within moments, the soldiers grabbed her and hauled her to a grim trial. She was forced into a chair, her arms and legs tightly bound. "Will you confess your crime of poisoning the Princess?" the prosecutor demanded, his voice sharp and accusing. The woman, defiant, shook her head. "No. I didnt poison the Princess," she answered firmly. "Again, will you confess your crime?" the prosecutor pressed, his voice rising. Her reply didnt waver. "No. I didnt do it." Frustrated, the prosecutor ordered, "Bring out the witness!" A trembling witness was brought forward. "Tell us what you saw," the prosecutor urged. The witness hesitated before speaking. "I... I saw her put white powder into the Princesss soup. Moments later, the Princess was coughing up blood, collapsing to the floor." "There you have it!" the prosecutor declared. "Shes guilty of attempted murder!" The womans eyes widened with disbelief. "Thats not true! This is a setupI didnt do it! I would never harm the Princess!" Her voice cracked, desperation creeping in. "Then why did you flee?" the prosecutor challenged. "Because I needed timetime to prove my innocence!" she cried, her breath shaky. "Liar!" The judge slammed his fist on the table. "The verdict is clearguilty." The prosecutor smirked. "Take her to be executed at dawn." Dragged to a grim cell, the woman wept quietly, her hope fading. Morning came too soon, and she was tied to the same chair, her hands trembling as she awaited her fate. The judge''s voice rang out, cold and final. "The woman before us is sentenced to death by arrow." The soldiers drew their bows, the sharp points gleaming in the morning light. The woman closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face. Morning Mi Nas alarm blared, pulling her from the nightmare. She sat up in bed, heart pounding as if shed felt the arrows pierce her own chest. Her hands shook, her skin damp with cold sweat. "What the...," she muttered, pressing her hand to her racing heart, trying to shake the fear that gripped her. Without dwelling too much on the strange and unsettling dream, Mi Na shook off the lingering unease. She glanced at the clock and realized she had no time to waste. The exam wasn''t going to wait for her. Quickly, she splashed cold water on her face, hoping to wash away the remnants of the dream. There was no time for second thoughtsshe had to focus. Throwing on her best outfit, she grabbed her bag, stuffing her notes + make-up utilitized inside, and hurried out the door. Whatever that dream was, it would have to wait. Right now, her only concern was getting through the day. Her Friends Hey, Na Ri, whats the plan for tomorrow? Its Mi Nas birthday, right? In Na asked excitedly. Na Ris eyes widened in realization. Oh my gosh, I completely forgot! Hmm, lets just do what we always do But this time, nothing fancy would be a right choice. Seriously? In Na raised an eyebrow, seeking confirmation. Yep, Na Ri replied, still focused on typing her report. In Na turned to Min Hyeok. Hey, Min Hyeok! What about you? Any ideas? What? Me? Min Hyeok, engrossed in his phone game, barely glanced up. Whatever you decide. Your plans my plan. In Na grinned. Gotcha. Na Ri suddenly coughed dramatically. Ugh, you two are so cringey. Just then, Mi Na arrived, slightly out of breath. Sorry Im late! Did you guys wait long? In Na quickly responded, Nah, we were just chit-chatting! About what? Mi Na asked, eyeing her friends suspiciously. In Na hesitated, then smiled nervously. Oh, nothing important. So, how was your day? she asked, trying to divert the conversation. Really? Mi Nas gaze sharpened with curiosity. In Na, panicking, pinched Min Hyeoks side, prompting a loud yelp. Ouch! What was that for? he exclaimed, still focused on his game. Na Ri finally noticed Mi Na sitting next to her and laughed at the scene unfolding before her. Mi Na crossed her arms, still suspicious. You guys were talking about my birthday, werent you? Caught off guard, Na Ri burst into laughter. How did you guess? Mi Na grinned. I know you guys too well! Anyway, lets keep it simple this year, okay? No need for anything extravagant. What matters most to me is our friendship. Her warm smile melted the tension in the room. Na Ri and In Na exchanged relieved glances, proud of Mi Nas sincerity. Meanwhile, Min Hyeok remained oblivious, lost in his game world. Later that night, after dinner with her family, Mi Na retreated to her room. She sat at her desk, half-heartedly reviewing her notes for tomorrows exam, but her mind wandered. The exhaustion from the day was catching up to her. After a few minutes of trying to focus, she gave up and fell into bed, barely having time to pull the blanket over herself before falling into a deep sleep. In her dream... Will you confess to the crime? The prosecutors voice was cold, cutting through the air. No! I didnt do it! the womans voice was desperate, echoing in the dimly lit room. A witness stepped forward, trembling. I saw her put something in the Princesss drink The woman shook her head, tears in her eyes. Thats a lie! This is a setup! Liar! The prosecutors voice boomed. The sentence was announced: death at dawn. Shoot the arrows! came the final command. Suddenly, she heard a voicesoft but familiarcalling out, My lady Wake up My lady Alarm Ring.. Alarm Ring.. Mi Na woke with a start, her heart racing. Cold sweat clung to her skin, and her hands trembled as she wiped her eyes. Her chest felt tight, as though the weight of the dream still pressed on her. She glanced around her room, disoriented. The dream was vivid, too real to brush off easily. Who was that man calling to her? And why did it feel so familiar? She shook her head, trying to push the thoughts away. Ive got exams to worry about, not weird dreams, she muttered, dragging herself out of bed. As she got ready for campus, the dream lingered in the back of her mind, nagging at her. It felt like something unfinished, something she couldnt understand. On the bus, Mi Na pulled out her notes to study but found herself staring out the window instead. She pressed her palms to her cheeks, trying to shake off the distraction. Get it together, Mi Na. Exams first, daydreams later, she murmured to herself. Lunch Break Mi Na received a text from her friends: Meet us at our usual spot. She hurried across campus, a smile forming as she imagined what her friends had planned. When she arrived, Na Ri, In Na, and Min Hyeok were standing together, their grins wide. Na Ri clapped her hands together. Well, birthday girl, we went simple this year. Just like you wanted. Mi Na laughed. And I appreciate it! In Na, holding up a lighter like a tiny candle, leaned toward Mi Na. Come on, make a wish and blow it out. Mi Na closed her eyes briefly. She wished for love, not the fairytale kind, but real and lasting. She wished for her friends to stay close, for her family to be healthy and happy. Then, with a soft breath, she blew out the flame. Happy Birthday, Mi Na! her friends cheered in unison. The four of them sat under the shade of a tree, talking and laughing as if the world beyond their little group didnt exist. The moment was simple, but the warmth of their friendship was irreplaceable. Later that evening, back home, Mi Na was greeted with more love from her family. Their smiles and laughter filled the house, wrapping her in a sense of belonging. It was moments like this that gave her strength, even when her love life felt like it was always out of reach. But with her family and friends by her side, Mi Na knew she had everything she needed. Later that night... Click clack. Click clack. The sound of typing filled the room. Finally, done! Mi Na sighed, stretching her arms out. Just one last click to submit this report. No exams tomorrow, thank goodness, but this report is just as exhausting. She leaned back in her chair, rubbing her tired eyes. Scrolling through her phone, she muttered to herself, Ive got a part-time shift this weekend. Lets see if I can swap it... I really dont want to run into Park Jae Won. She fired off a quick message to her manager, fingers crossed. A few seconds later, her phone buzzed. "Yes! Shift switched," she said with a grin, feeling relieved. Now the only thing left to figure out is how Im going to spend this two-week break. Her excitement simmered down as she threw herself onto her bed, her body sinking into the comfort of the blankets. Ill figure that out later. Right now, sleep, she mumbled, pulling the covers around her. As Mi Na lay there, memories of the day floated through her mind. The laughter, the kindness from her friends, and the love from her familythey were what kept her grounded. A soft smile crept onto her face as she drifted into sleep, feeling thankful for everything she had. Life wasnt perfect, but she knew she was lucky to have these people by her side. With that thought, her eyes slowly closed, surrendering to sleep. But fate had other plans. Farewell The sentence was announced: death at dawn. Shoot the arrows! came the final command. "Da Yeon... wake up... Please, Da Yeon..." a mans desperate voice called out, trembling with emotion as he held her in his arms. Da Yeon heard the faint call, warm and familiar, pulling her from the brink of darkness. Her eyes fluttered open, and tears immediately welled up when she saw the man cradling her. She weakly raised her trembling hand, struggling to reach his face. Her fingers barely grazed his cheek as she whispered, "Dont cry, my love..." Her voice faltered as she coughed up blood. She gathered her strength, her breathing shallow and uneven. "Please dont cry... Im okay," Da Yeon said through tears, though the pain in her body betrayed her words. "No... no dont speak, just save your strength. Ill heal you, I promise." His voice cracked as he tried to focus, frantically attempting to summon his otherworldly abilities. But deep inside, he knew it was too late. The wounds were too severe. Unless... Da Yeon coughed violently, blood spilling from her lips. "No! This cant be happening!" The mans voice broke with anguish, unable to accept the reality before him. Tears streamed down Da Yeons face as she struggled to speak, "Please, my love... dont cry for me... If there is another life... I want to find you again..." His heart ached at her words. "Yes... yes, we will meet again... I swear it," he promised, his voice trembling with desperation. Da Yeon smiled weakly, her tears mingling with her fading strength. "Really? You promise...?" The man nodded, though his heart felt like it was shattering. "Do you love me so much... that you want to find me in the next life?" he asked, his voice gentle yet pained. "I... love you... more than anything. Thats why... I want to find you again," Da Yeon replied, her voice filled with both hope and sorrow. He wiped his own tears and forced a smile. "Then... Ill take this as your yes. Youve given me your word." Da Yeons smile widened slightly, her heart at peace despite the pain. She knew this was her way of comforting the man she loved, letting him send her off to her next journey. The man lowered his forehead to hers, murmuring an ancient, otherworldly chant. His lips brushed hers in a final, tender kiss. Suddenly, the dark sky above them brightened, as if the heavens themselves had answered his plea. "I cough... I..." He gently placed his finger against her lips. "Shh... my love, dont speak. Just listen... focus your last bit of strength on my words." His voice was soft, yet the tears that rolled down his cheeks betrayed the depth of his grief. Da Yeon nodded, her strength almost gone. "Listen closely," he said, his voice breaking. "Everything has a price... and that price is absolute. No matter what happens, you must stay strong... Promise me." She nodded again, her fading gaze locked onto his. "And..." His voice cracked as he struggled to continue. "Please... find me. No matter what... find me." Da Yeon nodded one final time, fully understanding the weight of his words. The end of her life was fast approaching, and with a final breath, she whispered, "My love... I think... Ill go first..." The man nodded, his tears falling silently. "Goodbye... my only love, Han Tae Seo. I love you... so much." Her voice faded as she spoke her last words, and with them, she took her final breath. The Present In an instant, Mi Nas mind was flooded with overwhelming visionsthe memories of her past life crashing into her consciousness, vivid and complete. Her head felt like it was about to explode, and she let out a piercing scream that echoed through the house, jolting her family awake. The sound of her agony sent them running to her room in a panic. Mi Nas mother rushed to her side, trying to calm her as she writhed in pain. Her father sprinted back to the bedroom to call an ambulance, while her two brothers stood nearby, frozen in shock but ready to help in any way they could. Within minutes, the ambulance arrived, and at precisely 4:00 a.m., Mi Na, now unconscious, was whisked away to the hospital. By morning, she slowly regained consciousness, blinking her eyes open, but confusion clouded her thoughts. Her memories felt tangledpieces of her current life interwoven with those of a past life she barely understood. Unsure if it was all real or just a cruel illusion, Mi Na hesitated before finally sharing parts of her dream with her parents, though she carefully left out the new memories of her past. Her parents, shaken by the strange events, listened in stunned silence. Mi Nas mother burst into tears, hugging her tightly, while her father hurried off to consult the doctors for answers. When the results came back, the doctors reassured them that physically, Mi Na was perfectly fine. They suggested that the intense experience might have been due to exhaustion or stress. Relieved, her parents thanked the doctors and prepared to take Mi Na home. Once home, Mi Na asked to rest in her room, assuring her parents that she felt much better. Still concerned, they told her to call them if anything else happened. The Truth Alone in her room, Mi Na sat on the edge of her bed, her mind racing. Could this really be happening? Were the memories real, or just vivid dreams? Determined to find answers, she grabbed her phone and began searching the internet, typing in the names of historical figures from her visionsstarting with the king and his ministers. Her heart raced as the search results came back. "Oh my gosh..." she whispered, eyes wide. "Its all real. How is this possible?" The more she read, the more her memories aligned with the facts. Tears began to fall, unbidden, streaming down her face. She didnt know why, but she felt an undeniable connection to this past. Then it hit her. That man Han Tae Seo she murmured, piecing it together. Hes my soulmate. A soft laugh escaped her lips as she wiped her tears away. "No wonder love has always felt so far away. All this time, it was you. You were the one." Mi Nas expression grew more determined as she whispered, "I promised I would find you. No matter what, Ill find you, Han Tae Seo." But then, her confidence faltered, and she frowned, suddenly realizing the enormity of the task before her. "Wait a second How am I supposed to find you among 8 billion people?!" She flopped back onto her bed, staring up at the ceiling in disbelief. "Great. Just great," she groaned. "Now where do I even begin?" Chapter 3 : You Are The Only One UPPWOKK Notification: Youve Received a New Message! Click. Click. Click. The sound of computer keys echoed in the quiet room. Hello Mr. Kang, its me again. I need you to rewrite the code. There are some errors in the .EXE file. Could you take a look? the clients message read. Hello again! Thanks for reaching out. Sure, I can rewrite it. Ill send over the revised version by tomorrow, Hae Joon typed back, his fingers hitting the keys with practiced speed. He leaned back in his gaming chair, eyes drifting to the ceiling, and let out a sigh. "Ahh... why wasnt I born into a rich family? Then maybe I wouldnt have to work so hard just to get by, he muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and index finger. He chuckled. Who am I kidding? Its not like moneys gonna rain down on me just because Im complaining. Thirty minutes passed in a daze. A loud grumble from his stomach broke the silence. Hae Joon pushed himself up, wandered into the kitchen, and quickly whipped up a rice omelet for brunch. After finishing his meal, he resumed work, only surfacing from his computer when the clock read 18:18 PM. Stretching, he glanced at the time. Whoa, its already 6:18. What should I do for dinner? Maybe Ill eat out; Im too lazy for cooking. He took a shower, slipped into a casual night-out outfit, and set out to explore the night market for something tasty. As he strolled among the vibrant lights and enticing food stalls, a small hand tugged at his sleeve. Startled, he looked down to see a little boy, about six years old, staring up at him with big, uncertain eyes. Uncle, can you help me find my parents? the boy asked timidly. "Uncle? Hae Joon almost flinched at the title. He crouched to the boys eye level and ruffled his hair gently. Kiddo, do me a favor and call me Brother, okay? Im only thirty, not old enough to be an uncle, and Im definitely not married with kids yet! The boy gave a shy smile. Okay, Big Brother. Hae Joons expression softened. Do you remember where you last saw your parents? The boys face scrunched up as he shook his head. I dont remember, Big Brother. Keeping his calm, Hae Joon patted the boys head reassuringly. Alright then, lets wait here. Im sure theyre looking for you, too. Lets stay put so they can find you. About twenty minutes passed as they shared a matcha ice cream from a nearby stall. Then, a frantic-looking couple came rushing over. The boys mother hugged him tightly, tears streaming down her face as she scolded him between sobs. The boy nodded, sniffling out apologies. Watching the reunion stirred something bittersweet in Hae Joon. He felt a pang of envy. What would it be like to have parents like that, to feel their warmth and unconditional love? He quickly brushed aside the thought. Wishing for a different life wouldnt change anything. The couple turned to him, bowing gratefully. Thank you so much for helping our son. It was nothing, he replied with a modest smile. Im glad I could help. As the family walked away, Hae Joon resumed his stroll, letting his thoughts drift. He wandered into a cozy Japanese restaurant and ordered a bowl of ţS Gyudon (Japanese Beef Rice Bowl) to satisfy his hunger. After finishing his meal, he took a longer route home, weaving through groups of young friends laughing and chatting, their voices blending into the lively buzz of the night. Watching them, a shadow passed over his face. Are friendships ever as real as they seem? he muttered, unable to shake off a trace of bitterness. Hed learned the hard way that friends werent always what they appeared. Some people were only there when they wanted something; others talked behind his back while pretending to be close. And the worst kind? The manipulators, the ones who could twist the truth so subtly you questioned your own reality. Hae Joon sighed, giving his cheeks a light slap. Snap out of it, Kang Hae Joon. Not everyones like that. He resumed his walk home, and once there, he slipped into comfortable clothes, brushed his teeth, washed his face, and flopped onto his bed. Staring up at the ceiling, he began listing tomorrows tasks aloud. Alright, tomorrow I need to wake up early, get some exercise, shower, finish that coding project, go grocery shopping His voice trailed off. He sighed. Is there anything fun to do besides work? he muttered to himself. Itd be nice to have someone to talk to or maybe a partner. Imagine cooking together, sharing a good laugh or just a simple kiss He chuckled at the thought, covering his face in embarrassment. Slowly, the ticking of the wall clock lulled him to sleep, his thoughts finally quieting as he drifted into a peaceful slumber. "Young Master, please, lets go back. If the Lord finds out you snuck out while grounded, Ill be the one punished. Relax, Hong Si-Wan. If anything happens, Ill protect you... even if it means facing my father. But Shh! He motioned to his servant with a finger to his lips. One more sound and the guards will find us. Lowering his voice to a whisper, Si-Wan leaned in. So, where are you off to, Young Master? The young mans eyes lit up. To meet Park Da-Yeon at the bridge. I miss her. Si-Wans eyebrows shot up in surprise. When did you arrange this? Youve been grounded for two weeks straight, Young Master! We didnt plan it in advance. We simply promised if theres moonlight, well meet beneath it. Si-Wan couldnt hide a small smile. I had no idea you were such a romantic, Young Master. Truly, it makes me happy for you. The young master looked over at Si-Wan, clearly moved. Even in the future, if I marry Da-Yeon and have children, you will always be more than just a loyal servant to me. Youre my trusted friend, my brother. Nothing will change that. Si-Wans eyes softened. Young Master, I feel the same. Youre not just the lord I serve youre my friend, my brother. I would give my life to protect you. The young master placed a hand on Si-Wans shoulder, smiling warmly. Thank you. Ring, ring The alarm blared, yanking Hae Joon out of his sleep. He opened his eyes, his hand automatically wiping away a tear. He stopped, staring at the dampness on his fingers. Was I crying? he whispered, surprised at his own reaction. Its just a dream right? So why do I feel so... He pressed a hand to his chest, as if soothing an ache that shouldnt be there. After a moment, he shook his head, brushing off the strange emotions that lingered. There was no use getting lost in a dream. He had things to do and a full day to tackle ahead. Tap, tap, tap. The steady rhythm of typing filled the room as he worked at his computer. 14:46 p.m. Whoa, I need to hurry, he muttered, glancing at the time. Its almost the deadline Alright, lets double-check the code, run the program, and make sure everythings solid. After a final review, he typed a new message: "Hello Ms. Satou. I''ve completed and submitted the updated .EXE file. Please take a look and let me know if there''s anything else I can help with for this project." SATOU HIROMI has read your message Twenty minutes later, her reply popped up. Satou Hiromi is typing Hello Mr. Kang. Ive checked the file, and everything is running perfectly. Thank you so much for your hard work, Mr. Kang. He smiled and quickly replied, Glad to hear it, Ms. Satou. Please dont forget to rate and review my gig. Wishing you all the best. Ill do that, Mr. Kang. Thank you again! Ill definitely be back for your services next time. Satisfied, Hae Joon leaned back and scrolled through the UPPWOKK job dashboard, scanning for new projects he could jump on. As he perused listings, his mind drifted back to his plans for the day. 16:25 p.m. Finally, he stretched and rose from his gaming chair, glancing at the time. Groceries time, he reminded himself, heading out to tackle the last item on his to-do list. The train station bustled with the late afternoon crowd. Commuters hurried past, adjusting scarves and jackets against the cool breeze, with snippets of conversations and distant announcements merging into a constant hum. Emerging from the train, Hae Joon looked exhausted, his thoughts already shifting to the grocery list and the supermarket just across the street. A familiar voice stopped him in his tracks. Kang Hae Joon! Kang Hae Joon! It was Marcus Chen, waving and weaving through the crowd, his enthusiasm almost too bright. Hae Joon turned, forcing a polite smile. Marcus Hey. His tone was cautious, tinged with reluctance. Marcus reached him, all warmth and smiles. Man, its been ages! Out of all places, we run into each other here? He clapped Hae Joon on the shoulder. Howve you been? Hae Joon took a small step back, subtly shrugging off Marcuss hand. Busy. Lifes keeping me on my toes. He shifted, eyes darting to the station clock. Same old Hae Joon, Marcus said, his grin widening as he tried to pull Hae Joon into conversation. Whats keeping you so occupied? Hae Joon hesitated, choosing his words carefully. Work, mostly. Keeping things on track. He looked toward the exit, hoping to signal his hurry. What about you? Oh, you know me... always got something cooking. Marcus smirked, lowering his voice as if sharing a secret. Youre not still at that freelance gig, are you? Youre meant for more than that. Hae Joon kept his tone steady, resisting the bait. It pays the bills, Marcus. Thats enough for me right now. A case of content theft: this narrative is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation. Marcus chuckled dismissively, Still thinking small? Dont tell me youve given up on your dreams. His eyes narrowed, probing. What happened to that ambition? The plans we used to talk about? Holding back his frustration, Hae Joon forced a smile. Plans change. People change. Ive got different priorities now. Marcus leaned in closer, lowering his voice. Look, I know things didnt end great last time, but Ive turned over a new leaf. Real opportunities, Hae Joon. No strings attached. At no strings, Hae Joon felt a chill. I appreciate the offer, but like I said, Im busy. He glanced at his watch, hoping Marcus would take the hint. Ive got errands. Marcus rolled his eyes, letting out a theatrical sigh. Errands? Youre really going to turn down an opportunity for errands? He shook his head, his tone faintly condescending. Thats not the Hae Joon I remember. When did you stop taking risks? Hae Joon decided to be direct. Sometimes, risks arent worth the fallout. He met Marcuss gaze, firm and unyielding. Ive learned that. Marcuss smile faded slightly, his tone sharpening. So, youre just going to play it safe forever? Stay in the same routine, no chances? Hae Joon held his ground. Im okay with my routine, Marcus. Its predictable. And thats what I need right now. He took a sidestep, aiming for the exit. Good seeing you, but I really do have things to take care of. Still blocking his path, Marcus leaned closer. Hae Joon, what if I told you this was different? No schemes. Just a real opportunity. He paused, searching Hae Joons face. Hae Joon didnt waver. Marcus, I think we both know theres always more to it. Right now, I need to keep moving forward, and that means handling my own life, my own way. He softened his tone, hoping to avoid a scene. I hope you understand. Marcus held his gaze, then forced a smile that didnt quite reach his eyes. Yeah, sure. I get it. Playing it safe. His laugh was dry, almost mocking. Just dont come crying to me when you get tired of that safe little life. Hae Joon nodded slowly, absorbing the jab. Thanks for the warning. With that, he moved toward the exit. Marcuss voice followed him, a sharp edge creeping in. Hae Joon, dont forget what I said! Its not too late. Without turning back, Hae Joon raised a hand in a quick wave. Take care, Marcus. Pushing through the crowd, he felt the weight of the conversation lift as he neared the supermarket across the street, focusing on the comforting simplicity of his grocery list. Hae Joons apartment was a modest yet inviting space, the kind that felt like a sanctuary after a long day. The small kitchen, with its basic utensils and cozy counter, welcomed him home. Just back from the supermarket, he balanced two bags of groceries in his arms. He dropped the bags onto the counter and rolled his shoulders, trying to ease the tension that clung to him like a second skin. It was nearly 7:00 PM, and the sky outside had deepened into a rich shade of blue. Taking a slow, calming breath, he attempted to let the serenity of his apartment wash over him. But Marcuss voice from earlier at the station echoed in his mind, buzzing like a persistent fly. As he began unpacking the groceries, pulling out fresh vegetables, meat, and rice, he muttered to himself, Of all the people to run into Reaching for the cutting board, he grabbed a knife and started slicing garlic. The steady rhythm of chopping usually grounded him, but tonight it felt like he was trying to carve away the nagging thoughts that crept into his mind. Turning on the stove, he watched the oil shimmer as it heated up. ''Why does Marcus always speak like that?'' Hae Joon wondered. As if hes offering something you cant refuse, even when you know you should. The garlic hit the pan with a sharp sizzle, releasing a familiar aroma that filled the small kitchen. Focusing on the scent, he tried to anchor himself in the present, momentarily pushing aside memories of Marcuss relentless grin. He added sliced pork and chili peppers, listening to the hiss and crackle of the ingredients mingling in the heat. Marcuss voice echoed in his mind: You cant just keep playing it safe, Hae Joon. Life doesnt work like that. Who says Im playing it safe? Hae Joon muttered, his voice swallowed by the rising steam. He shook his head, irritated by how easily Marcuss words managed to invade his thoughts. Sprinkling soy sauce over the meat, he stirred with more force than necessary. The kitchen filled with a mouth-watering aroma, sharp and spicy, cutting through his lingering frustration. The rice cooker beeped, signaling it was ready, and Hae Joon served himself a plate of fluffy rice alongside the spicy stir-fried pork. He settled at the small dining table, taking a moment to breathe deeply before his first bite. The heat from the chili ignited a warmth in his mouth, bringing a much-needed sense of relief. He preferred his food spicy; it kept him anchored in reality, offering something tangible to focus on. Yet, even as he ate, his thoughts drifted back to Marcus. There was a time when he had considered Marcus a close friend. They spent weekends dreaming up ambitious projects and scheming for big breaks. But with every idea Marcus pitched, something always felt off an ulterior motive hiding just beneath the surface that Hae Joon couldnt see until it was too late. He had lost money and nearly his job due to one of those ventures, but what stung most was the erosion of his trust. Hae Joon sighed, pushing the last bite around on his plate. Why did I even stop to talk? he murmured, shaking his head. He should have known better. After finishing his meal, he washed the dishes with deliberate slowness, relishing the sensation of hot water on his hands. The simple routine helped clear his mind, allowing the day to slip away bit by bit. Once the kitchen was tidy, Hae Joon headed to the bathroom. The shower water was warm, almost too hot, but he let it cascade over his shoulders, leaning against the tiled wall with closed eyes. Steam enveloped him, and for a moment, the world outside faded. He wanted to wash away the residue Marcus always left behind... a thin film he couldnt quite scrub off. Dont come crying to me when youre tired of playing it safe, Marcuss voice taunted him, even in the steam. Whos crying? Hae Joon mumbled, turning his head to let the water hit his face. He tried to visualize Marcuss voice dissipating into the vapor, but it lingered stubbornly. When he finally stepped out, the cool air bit at his damp skin. He dried off quickly, pulling on an old T-shirt and shorts. In the bedroom, he sat on the edge of his bed for a moment, letting the sounds of the city drift through his cracked window... a passing car, a distant conversation. It was all oddly comforting. He picked up his phone and scrolled aimlessly through social media, not really reading anything, just letting the motion of his thumb fill the silence. But it wasnt enough to drown out his thoughts. Why couldnt Marcus just let things be? he wondered. It was as if Marcus needed to control everything, even their conversations, even their silence. Eventually, Hae Joon set his phone down and programmed his alarm for the next morning. He lay back, pulling the blanket up to his chest. Staring at the ceiling, he felt a mix of frustration and pity for Marcus frustration at his persistent arrogance and pity for the person he once considered a friend. Just let it go, Hae Joon whispered to the empty room, hoping that saying it aloud might lighten the load. He closed his eyes, letting the cool night air soothe his weary mind. Slowly, sleep began to pull him away from the days events, from Marcuss voice, from everything. And for the first time since leaving the station, he felt a flicker of peace. The Dream Night had settled over the Han family manor, a heavy blanket of tension suffocating the air. Si Wan, through his network of spies, had learned of a treacherous conspiracy against the Prime Ministers family. The Queen, in a desperate bid to secure her sons claim to the throne, plotted to eliminate the Prime Minister''s influence by accusing him of treason and ordering his execution by dawn. As aide to Han Tae-Seo, the Prime Ministers son and the Kings nephew, Si Wan raced against time to deliver the warning. The streets of Hanyang lay cloaked in darkness, the moon casting a pale, silver light over the rooftops. Si Wan sprinted through the narrow alleys, each breath coming in shallow bursts, his feet barely touching the ground. Fear and urgency propelled him forward, his heartbeat drowning out the distant murmur of crickets. Earlier that night, a servant in the Queens private quarters had slipped him a message sealed with a crimson wax stamp: Treason. The Han family to be taken down. The weight of those words threatened to crush him, yet Si Wan steeled himself against hesitation. As he approached the Han family manor, the iron-wrought gate loomed ominously in the darkness. The guards straightened at the sight of him, hands instinctively moving to their swords. Guard 1, stern and suspicious: Halt! Who goes there? Si Wan, urgency lacing his voice as he held up a royal insignia: Si Wan, aide to Han Tae-Seo. I bring urgent news for the young master. The guards exchanged wary glances before parting to let him pass. Si Wan rushed through, lantern light casting fleeting shadows across his face. As he crossed the courtyard, an unsettling stillness hung in the air, a quiet that felt dreadfully out of place. He reached Han Tae-Seos quarters, his breath heavy, pulse racing. Without knocking, Si Wan pushed the door open. Inside, Han Tae-Seo sat at a desk, a scroll unfurled before him. Their eyes met, and the gravity of the intrusion passed silently between them. Flickering candlelight illuminated Tae-Seos face, highlighting the tension in the air. Han Tae-Seo, his demeanor calm yet commanding: Si Wan, what is the meaning of this? Si Wan dropped to one knee, bowing his head, struggling to articulate the weight of his news. Si Wan, voice taut with urgency: Young Master it is the Queen. She has accused your father of treason. The palace has decreed an execution by dawn. Tae-Seos expression shifted, brow furrowing in disbelief. The silence stretched, so profound that even the crackle of candle flames seemed muted. Han Tae-Seo, leaning forward, voice low and intense: How do you know this, Si Wan? Si Wan, unwavering as he met Tae-Seos gaze: My spies within the Queens chambers intercepted her plans. Theyre moving swiftly, and the execution will occur before first light. Young Master, we must act now. Tae-Seo stood abruptly, the force of his movement toppling the ink bottle on his desk. Black ink spilled across the parchment like a creeping shadow, an inescapable stain. He turned toward the window, realization hardening his features. Han Tae-Seo, voice barely above a whisper: The Queen She fears my fathers loyalty to the third prince. The mention of the third prince, a child born to one of the Kings concubines but regarded highly by the Prime Minister, ignited a fierce urgency in Tae-Seo. He had known the stakes of their loyalty but had underestimated the Queens ruthlessness. Si Wan, voice firm and urgent: Young Master, by morning, guards will be sent. They will come for you, your father, your mother, even the servants and children of the household. We must leave the city tonight and take your family to safety. Tae-Seo turned, fury etched on his face mingled with a deep-seated pain. He reached for the sword mounted on the wall, fingers brushing the hilt as if seeking strength from its cold metal. Tae-Seo, voice cold yet determined: And where would we go, Si Wan? The Queens reach extends beyond the city walls. Si Wan stepped closer, his voice low but resolute: There are allies, Young Master. Your fathers closest retainers... loyal men who would protect your family. We need only to buy time, regroup, and strike back. Tae-Seo hesitated, conflict flashing in his eyes. He searched Si Wans face for doubt but found none. Si Wans loyalty was forged not merely from duty but from years of brotherhood, shared hardships, and small victories in a world rife with betrayal. Han Tae-Seo, gripping his sword tightly, voice soft yet determined: If I abandon this city, I risk being branded a coward and a traitor. Si Wan, pleading, his voice almost a whisper: Young Master, if you stay, the Queens words will seal your fate. You must live to fight back... to reclaim what has been unjustly taken. Tae-Seo closed his eyes, and in that moment, Si Wan glimpsed not a nobleman wrestling with duty but a son terrified for his familys lives. When Tae-Seo opened his eyes, they burned with cold resolve. Han Tae-Seo, voice steady, decision made: Wake the household. Gather only what is necessary. We leave within the hour. Relief washed over Si Wan, yet he knew this was merely the beginning. He bowed low before rushing out. The stillness of the manor was replaced by hushed urgency... servants whispered, doors creaked open, and horses were saddled in haste. In the courtyard, Si Wan glanced up at the sky. The moon was waning, its pale light barely illuminating the path ahead, yet it felt brighter somehow, as if granting them a fleeting moment of clarity. As Si Wan mounted his horse, the weight of the nights events settled in his bones. There was no time for reflection; the palace was a serpents den, and the Queens ambitions knew no bounds. But tonight, he had managed to pull the Han family from the jaws of betrayal. As the gates of the manor creaked open and the Han family began their escape into the darkened streets, Si Wan silently vowed: This is not the end... its only the beginning. 05:08 A.M Kang Hae Joon jolted awake, momentarily paralyzed by the remnants of his dream. What had it meant? The images swirled in his mind, incoherent and disconcerting. He glanced at the clock, noting the early hour, the world outside still shrouded in darkness. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and padded softly toward the kitchen, seeking solace in the familiar space. Sitting at the table, he closed his eyes, taking a few deep breaths to gather his scattered thoughts. The kettle hissed to life, and he busied himself preparing a cup of coffee, hoping its warmth would ease the unsettling feelings that clung to him like a fog. As dawn broke, washing the sky with delicate shades of orange and pink, Hae Joon stood at the entrance of his apartment, lacing up his sneakers. The clock was creeping closer to 6:00 A.M. Instead of succumbing to the allure of another cup of coffee, he stepped outside, the chill of the morning air invigorating him. Just a quick run, he murmured, convincing himself that the rhythm of jogging would shake off the remnants of the dream. But as he began to jog, the dream resurfaced, relentless and vivid. His feet pounded against the pavement, a steady rhythm that contrasted with the chaos in his mind. What was it about that dream? he wondered, grappling with images that felt all too real. The Han family manor loomed large in his thoughts, its darkened halls echoing with danger. You cant let this get to you, he whispered, trying to drown out the haunting memories that flared to life with each stride. The whispers returned, heavy with implications... conspiracy, betrayal, execution. Its just a dream, he told himself repeatedly, but the urgency of Si Wans voice echoed insistently. This is real, Hae Joon. You must pay attention. His heart raced, beating faster than his running. As he navigated the quiet streets, he focused on the sound of his footsteps, a mantra in the solitude. One foot in front of the other. Keep moving. Yet with each turn, memories flooded back... Si Wans piercing gaze, the flickering candlelight, the palpable tension thick in the air. Why cant I just enjoy this run? he fumed internally, frustration boiling over. Why cant I escape this dream? He pushed himself harder, desperate to outrun the memories, but they clung to him like shadows, refusing to be left behind. When he finally returned home, the showers warm cascade did little to wash away the thoughts that plagued him. It was just a dream, he repeated, yet the nagging doubts persisted. The images of a queens plotting against the prime minister gnawed at his conscience. Could this mean something? Am I meant to do something? After drying off, he slumped into a chair at the kitchen table, opening the UPPWOKK job dashboard on his laptop. The job listings blurred into an indecipherable mess. Virtual assistant Sales executive Who cares? he muttered, scrolling absentmindedly. Youre wasting time, Hae Joon. Even the sizzling of scrambled eggs failed to lure him back to reality. What are you doing? You have a future to plan, not to dwell in dreams! he chastised himself, pushing the fork through the food in frustration. Brunch morphed into a haze of absent-minded chewing and wandering thoughts. Physically present yet mentally miles away, he grappled with the dreams echoes. Why do I feel so unsettled? he mused, exasperated. This isnt like me. Lunch drifted by, and Hae Joon found himself pacing the kitchen, sunlight streaming through the window, warming his skin but failing to penetrate the chill that had settled inside him. Let it go, he whispered to himself, as if saying it aloud would alleviate the pressure weighing down his mind. Yet deep within, he understood the dream was more than a fleeting vision; it was a warning of something brewing beneath the surface, an impending storm he couldnt ignore. This isnt over, he thought, casting a glance out the window at the bustling streets below, feeling as if he stood on the precipice of something momentous. With a resigned sigh, he picked up his phone again, scrolling aimlessly. The weight of the dream hung heavily on his chest. Whatever comes next, I need to be prepared, he vowed silently. As the day wore on, the echoes of his dream loomed large, propelling him toward an uncertain future. As night fell over the city, Hae Joon sank into his bed, exhaustion finally catching up with him. He stared at the ceiling, replaying the days unproductive hours. A part of him longed for sleep, yet another part remained vigilant, wary of what awaited him in the dream world. The same haunting dream returned, as if fate had tethered them together: Young Master, you must run now! Ill hold off the pursuers! Si Wans voice was strained but resolute. No! I wont leave you behind! I cant Listen! If you dont go, well both die here. I cant protect you while fighting. You need to escape! But... if I leave, youll be "Ill be fine! I promise. Once youre safe, Ill follow you. But you have to trust me! Han Tae-Seo felt a wave of despair wash over him; he knew Hong Si Wan had resigned himself to this fate. Han Tae-Seo embraced Hong Si-Wan, then he suddenly began chanting in an otherworldly language that seemed to resonate with the wind itself, causing a gust to whip around them, as if granting them a final blessing. "Fine, Ill go. But promise me youll find a way back to me, Tae Seo said, voice trembling. "I swear it, Young Master. No matter what happens, Ill come back to you, Si Wan replied, eyes glistening with unshed tears. With a heavy heart, Han Tae-Seo forced a smile, bowing deeply, his words hanging in the air like an unbreakable bond. "Farewell, my dear servant, my best friend, and my brother. Until we meet again. Tears streamed down from Si Wan''s cheeks as he watched his Young Master ''Han Tae-Seo'' retreated into the darkness. He prostrated himself, whispering, "Farewell, my brother, my best friend, and my dear beloved prince. May your journey be filled with light and your path lead to safety. Si Wan stood firm in the narrow alley, his sword clashing against the relentless blows of the queen''s soldiers. Blood seeped from multiple wounds, but he refused to yield. The Young Masters silhouette grew distant, safety almost within reach. One soldier lunged, and Si Wan deflected the strike, but another blade pierced his stomach. Gasping, he collapsed to his knees, his vision blurring, but he managed a smile, his thoughts only on the young master hed sworn to protect. Farewell my beloved prince, he whispered as darkness enveloped him. Suddenly, an overwhelming rush of visions crashed into Hae Joon''s mind, memories from his past life surging forth. As the pain exploded in his head, Hae Joon screamed, the sound piercing the silence of the night. Yet moments later, calmness washed over him. But something had changed; he appeared transformed. His expression bore a dignified composure as if Hong Si-Wans essence had overtaken him. "Young Master... I dont fully understand how is this even possible, but I will search for you and return, no matter what. In this world, you are the only one I truly have. I hope we meet again soon," Hae Joon murmured, his face serious, yet resolute in determination. Chapter 3E ~Extra~ : Whispers Under the Moon The night air was cool and clear, a gentle breeze rippling across the lake as a full moon cast its silver light, transforming the city into shades of soft blue and shadow. Han Tae Seo stood alone on the bridge, the moonlight glinting off the lake below. His gaze was steady, though his mind was nowhere near the water; it was on Park Da Yeon. Even before he saw her, he felt the familiar pull of her presence. The soft rustle of her Hanbok in the stillness of the night made his heart race, and a tender smile tugged at his lips as he turned to see her approaching, her steps graceful and serene. Da Yeon-ah, he greeted softly, his voice filled with warmth that was reserved only for her. She met his gaze, her eyes reflecting the same quiet joy. Without a word, she slipped her hand into his, her fingers curling around his as if they belonged there. Tae Seo, she murmured, her lips curving into a gentle smile. I was beginning to wonder if youd wait. How could I be anywhere else? His tone was tender, the depth of his feelings showing in every syllable. We promised, didnt we? Nothing else matters when Im with you. They stood in silence for a moment, simply holding hands as they took in the view of the lake, both savoring the quiet and the peace that settled around them. After a while, Tae Seo turned to her, his expression earnest as he studied her face, taking in every line and curve as if committing it to memory. His fingers traced a gentle line along her jaw, brushing a few stray hairs away from her face. Da Yeon, he began, his voice dropping to a murmur, I dont think I could ever find the words to tell you how much you mean to me. His eyes searched her face, as if trying to convey the depth of his love. Sometimes, I think if words could hold this, Id tell you every day, in every language there is. She looked at him, her gaze soft and knowing. Tae Seo, you dont need words. I feel it every time Im with you. Her hand reached up, resting gently on his cheek. You dont have to say anything. A quiet laugh escaped him, and he looked down, almost shyly, taking her hand as they walked further onto the bridge. They leaned over the railing together, shoulders brushing, each touch grounding him in a way he could barely comprehend. After a few moments, he took a deep breath. I think about our life together, Da Yeon, he whispered, his voice filled with a mixture of longing and excitement. A home filled with love, laughter children who carry your kindness and warmth. He paused, meeting her gaze, vulnerable. I want to grow old with you, to watch our family grow. I want you by my side, for every single moment, until until death separates us. She blushed, smiling shyly. You think our children will be as kind as you are? she teased lightly, though he could hear the emotion in her voice. And how many little dreamers are we talking about, my ambitious one? You might be reading a pirated copy. Look for the official release to support the author. He grinned, his boyish charm breaking through. At least three. Two sons, strong and steady, and a daughter who has your beautiful smile and gentle spirit. He shifted closer, his voice growing softer. Youre the only one I see in my future, Da Yeon. Theres no one else. There never could be. Her heart melted, and she reached out to him, her fingers brushing against his cheek as her eyes softened. Your dreams are big, Tae Seo, she whispered, but thats one of the things I love most about you. I want that life too with you. They stood there in silence, their words lingering in the air like promises. Gently, Tae Seo lifted a hand to her cheek, marveling at the softness of her skin beneath his touch. He leaned in, pressing a light kiss to her forehead, lingering as if to seal the moment in his memory. His lips then found her cheek, brushing gently, and then her jawline, sending a shiver down her spine. His lips moved to her neck, where he felt her pulse quicken, and his heart seemed to swell, feeling as if he were holding the beauty of the entire night within him. He murmured against her skin, his voice barely above a whisper, Youre everything to me, Da Yeon there could never be another. She closed her eyes, leaning into his touch, her heart beating in rhythm with his. Her hand moved to his face, her fingertips tracing his features as if she could memorize every part of him. Youre my world, Tae Seo. My only one. Their lips met in a gentle, lingering kiss, filled with all the love and dreams they shared. Each kiss was a promise, a whisper of their future together, unspoken yet deeply felt. His arms held her close, and she could feel his heart racing as if it too were speaking the words he couldnt find. As they pulled apart, Tae Seo rested his forehead against hers, their breaths mingling in the cool night air. I want to be the man who gives you everything you deserve, Da Yeon. Someone youre proud of. She cupped his face, her gaze fierce with love. You already are, Tae Seo. Youre already the man I want by my side, the one Ill build this life with. He kissed her again, a softer kiss this time, savoring every second as if it would never end. Everything around them faded; it was only the two of them, bound by a love that felt as endless as the night sky. As they strolled back along the bridge, hand in hand, Tae Seos heart was full. For the first time in THIS life, he felt complete, as if hed found his place in the world... by her side, sharing a love that could withstand lifetimes. When they reached the end of the bridge, Tae Seo stopped, pulling her close for one last embrace. He pressed a tender kiss to her forehead, his lips lingering there as if sealing the memory of this night in his heart. I wonder how long it will be before Im free to see you again, he murmured, the sadness in his voice unmistakable. Ill be counting every moment. I will too, she replied, her voice filled with the same longing that mirrored his own. She reached up, brushing a last, lingering kiss to his lips before slowly letting go of his hand. He watched her until she disappeared into the shadows, the memory of her touch, her words, and her warmth lingering in the cool air. He stood there for a long time, the moon shining above, his heart full of the certainty that hed found the woman he could love beyond all measure. Nearby, hidden in the shadows, Hong Si Wan, Tae Seos loyal friend and servant, watched in surprise, his eyes wide. He murmured to himself, Well, who would have thought the young master was such an expert in romance? I think theres much I could learn from him after all! With a sly grin, Si Wan shook his head, quietly returning, content that his young masters happiness was in safe hands for the night.