“Nan neol neomu johahae,” Yoseob confessed.

Bomi was silent for a while.

“Don’t ignore me, please…You don’t know how much I’ve been wanting to hear you call me ‘oppa’ for once…”

Yoseob studied her intently. Don’t reject me…Jebal…

“Bomi-ah, did you hear what I said?”

 “I heard you…”

She lifted her head and looked at him, her lips slowly curling into a shy smile.

“…oppa.”

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“Chorong?!”

She looked up and saw Woohyun walking towards her. Turning away, she sniffed and tried to wipe her tears but he saw it all.

“Chorong-ah! Why are you crying?”

His eyebrows furrowed in concern and he sat beside her on the bench where she was. Chorong resolutely turned away from him but he tilted her face to face him.

“Uljima,” he said softly.

She tried to blink away her tears but they kept falling.

“What happened? Malhaebwa, Chorong-ah…” He wiped her tears away.

She sniffed and hung her head.

“It hurts…It hurts me to see you cry,” he said, looking at her tear-streaked face. I want to hug you so badly…

She looked at him. “I miss my parents…”

“It must be hard, losing them at such a young age…” He her face.

She looked away and continued, “I was from dongdaemun, but I relocated here because I lost my parents in a car accident… That day, they were quarrelling, as usual. They didn’t watch the road… “

She inhaled deeply and let out a faint sigh. “I yelled for them to stop, but…”

“Street fifty-four,” Woohyun suddenly said.

“Mwo?”

“The accident… it was-“

“How did you…” Chorong looked at Woohyun in shock and confusion.

“Chorong-ah…” He pulled her into a tight hug, capturing her small body in his muscular frame. Nan neol neomu johahae, you just didn’t realize it …