Don’t go to the north, you’ll get shot by their psycopathic soldiers

Don’t go to the north, you’ll never come back, they’d kidnap and imprisoned you, torture you until death arrives and says hi

Don’t go to the north, you won’t be able to restore your faith back in humanity when you see how miserable their people are

Every child in the Republic of Korea has grown accustomed to these warnings, they are taught to not step their foot onto the north side of the island. They are being fed from the moment they can speak out a word from their mouth that the north side is forbidden, that it’s a horrible place, a nightmare, a country whose government never actually govern for the greater good, a country led by a fool toddler from a ruthless family, a nation where its citizens are suffering, dying and screaming for help but none of their sounds are heard, a land with propaganda painting lies every single day, fooling their people, without realizing that the leaders are the ones making the fool out of themselves in the world’s eye.

The southern kids are taught to despise the north with all their beings, to have this grudge that 60 years ago, their ancestors’ head were being slashed, chopped off, simply because they wanted freedom, they wanted their rights, because they were striving for the greater good for their descendants. The people in the south live with warnings about how hazardous and awful the north side is, they memorized, they breathed and they lived these rules.

But they should’ve put one last bait at the end of the warnings though, because if they did, Park Chanyeol surely would have never lost his sanity, would have never know how it feels like to have a heart given just to watch it being stomped away, he would never have to go through days of regretting, suffering and mourning.

There’s this one warning that the government forgot to put;

Don’t go to the north side, you’ll fall in love

If they did put that one bloody sentence at the bottom of the rules book, Park Chanyeol would have live like a normal bloke that he is, would live an ordinary life that he’s grown with since he was a baby, maybe he would’ve signed up as a music teacher, grow old alone and happy because women and kids are just not his thing; he would’ve live a boring routine and be ordinary, Chanyeol wouldn’t have to live this life all by himself and eventually realized that being alone , waking up alone and doing the same ordinary stuffs all over again for days, weeks, months and years without your loved one is like being intoxicated by poison and die slowly as you feel your lungs burns, your throat bleed and your head spinning.

Yes, the Republic of Korea’s government should’ve put that sentence as a warning towards their citizens.

But if they did, though, Chanyeol wouldn’t be able to change the history with his heart, he wouldn’t be able to save thousands of unknown lives just to lose one that he loves the most.

And frankly, he doesn’t know how to feel about that.