When I was younger, Umma and Appa would scold and beat me for playing with Byunggie Oppa. They insist he was a bad boy. That he would take

advantage of me. But I know Oppa. He was the nicest out of all the boys. He beats other kids, yes, but because they were rude to me. He steals, yes.

Because I was hungry. He is a gangster, yes. To protect me. He robs, yes, so he can save enough money to marry me. I know Oppa isn't lying because

I can see it in his eyes. He has never lied to me. He never breaks a promise. He never fails to tell or show me that he loves me.

Like when we were 15, Oppa and his other 'bad' friends stole an expensive bike for my birthday present. Appa was furious and Umma nearly had a

heart attack. The bike was taken back to its rightful owner though. I wasn't allowed to go out of the house for weeks. And now, Oppa is standing

before me, his hair slightly longer, a pierced ear, a teasing smile pasted on his face.

I can't stop my tears from falling. It really has been two years. Oppa wipes my tears away.

"I'm here now right? I thought you're suppose to be happy," He says.

"I am, it's just, you didn't bring me a present," I said, grinning at him.

He laughs. "I'll never forget Hyuna-ah. There are lots more presents for you." He replies, an arm over my shoulder.

I entertwine our fingers. Noticing how beautiful his fingers are becoming.

I kiss them and smile up at him. He grins and we walk from the station.

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To be continued;)

How was it?:B

Really short chap for now>,<