"Halmoni!!!" I ran to my grandmother, and dug into her embrace. I stayed there for a while, taking in her her scent; the scent that I was ever familiar with. Within the few seconds, I started sobbing uncontrollably. No words were exchanged. She just held onto me, patting my back. 

  When I finally stopped crying, she handed me a disc. "What is this..?" I asked.  "Just watch it. Jaeyoung (cousin) is doing a project, titled- Capture the moments. Trust halmoni, you won't regret watching it" she shoved it into my hands. As much as I'd like to be supportive of my cousin's works, I wasn't in the mood to do anything at all, actually, "Not now, halmoni..." She stared back, firm, "Go." 
  Reluctantly, I pushed the disc into the dvd player and just waited for it to load. "Halmoni... Can I not...? Please? I'd seriously rather spend some time with you. Jaeyoung will understand!" She turned my head back to the screen. I rolled my eyes but as soon as the video played, I can hardly believe what was in front of me. Seunghyun. It was Seunghyun. I know that face. I'd never forget that face or that voice. It was him. I turned to my grandmother whom gestured me to pay attention. Confused, I paused the video, "Please, halmoni, explain to me what is going on here?"  She shook her head, "Hyunjae... Just watch it. For once, listen to grandma." I was slightly frustrated. Why would I want to see him now? But at the same time, I was curious. I gave in and just watched.      It was about him. He was talking about his past. He never did, at least to me. I've asked before but somehow I've never gotten my answers. I watched as he spoke about his family, his mother, and 'this too shall pass'. Seunghyun and I hated that phrase, for different reasons we never bothered finding out. But somehow, I understood why he hated it so much now. He talked about how his mother left him with his Aunt's family and how they made him leave when he barely reached his teenager years. Without realizing, I was tearing up. I've never known about this. I kept watching as he spoke, his voice breaking, while tears welled up in his eyes. This man that is speaking now could have been a complete douche to me, but I loved him. Watching how much he had went through at such a tender age, and how much he is still haunted by it, wasn't at all easy for me. On the other hand, I felt proud of him. He is possibly the most matured person of his age. Who, at the age of 8, would have went around looking for jobs, just because he felt bad living off his aunt? Who would have accepted the irrational explanation of his aunt of sending him away at the age of 15, to fend for themselves? I know I wouldn't. If I had been in his shoes, I honestly don't know how far I will go. I would have probably brawled my eyes out crying, and feeling unfair for all the things the other kids my age have but I don't.    He talked about Jiyong and his family. I knew about that part where they lived together, but I had no clues why. Now I did. When he spoke about Eunjoon, I can't help but feel a tinge of jealousy, but obviously I kept in mind that they were over. He talked about his life after Eunjoon left, about how he started messing up even more. I was weeping silently. I felt silly, actually. I felt silly for not knowing any of these. I was there, but