Oppa entered the house, and sat me down on the chair. I chuckled. "Really..you don't have to do this." He shook his head. "Not a big deal. Besides, you haven't really recovered." I smiled. I looked at my surrounding. Nothing changed. I could still even feel the feeling, the memories, as though halabeoji was here. I took a deep breath. I missed him. I turned my head, and I saw a frame on the table. A frame with a photo of me, and halabeoji..when I got my first salary, when I first treated him deobokki. He looked so happy, and I did too. We were so poor back then. Even with only a plate of deobokki, we felt that we were so lucky. I missed him. I turned silent, flowing with my own thoughts. Oppa immediately noticed it. He understood it. He knew what I was thinking. Without any warning, he pulled me into a hug. I bursted into tears. I couldn't hold it anymore. I was so fed up with everything. I hated all of this. I was tired. "Sshh..you will be okay..you will get through this." He patted my back. 

I was now asleep. He slowly carried me bridal style towards my bedroom, my old bedroom. He grabbed a blanket, and covered me with it. I stirred a little bit. He grabbed a pillow, and a blanket for himself. Then, he got out from the room. His eyes landed on the photo which I looked at before. He couldn't help, but to have the same feeling as mine. He missed halabeoji. His twenty-year-old life, he spent more with us, me and Halabeoji..rather than his family. His dad passed away when he was a little kid, and since then, her mom turned into a workaholic. She never banned us to be friends, but when she knew that I dated oppa, she was furious. She forced us to break u