A/N: I wrote this chapter listening to Chanyeol x Punch’s Stay With Me for Goblin on repeat. It set the right mood. I hope you’ll try it too.

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His face was close, Ha-Jin forgot how to breathe. She could feel his hand’s tight grip around her waist but she was too distracted his eyes—they were that familiar shade of chocolate brown. And the mere fact that he might just—

His face was drawing closer; that gaze of his piercing deep into her soul. Her hands were frozen; even her wide eyes were wider than usual. She didn’t know what to do but she knew the familiarity of the scene.

She had known him for it—the countless times his incarnate has done the same thing.

He stopped midway. The corner of his lips lifted into that popular one-sided smile.

“Am I too close?” he asked as if he were taunting her.

Ha-Jin could not reply; she was too frozen to think of a witty remark.

Jae-Yeong slyly smiled before releasing her, letting go of her waist. She stumbled a little as he watched her with such amusement.

“Don’t worry. I don’t kiss without permission,” he told her, knocking on her forehead instead.

“I…well…that was…” stammered Ha-Jin.

“Sometimes, I just don’t know what to do with you anymore,” he said, “I want to do this, but I have to remember that I haven’t earned it yet.”

He gave her a farewell nod and proceeded to his car.

“Thanks again Go Ha-Jin,” he said, “Once again, you’ve proven to me why I like you.”

“What?”

His eyes twinkled under the street light. “Thank you for always telling me that I’m not who they think I am,” he said, “It means a lot.”

Her cheeks were pretty much flushed from what just happened, but Jae-Yeong seemed to have not noticed. He just saluted at her and went inside his car. With a grateful honk, he drove off, leaving her flustered as always.

What did he just do?

Her hands automatically held her face, trying to calm down her nerves.

“What do I do? What do I do?” she asked herself.

The sound of an opening gate startled her. She jumped in surprise at the sight of Chae-Rin, who was peeking from inside.

“Ah, you’re here!” she exclaimed, “Wait, what’s wrong with you? Why are you flushed like that?”

“Chae-Rinah!” exclaimed Ha-Jin, desperately hugging her roommate. The latter, astounded with her roommate’s reaction, awkwardly patted her on the back. Ha-Jin knew this was very much out of her character but she couldn’t help it.

“What happened?” asked Chae-rin.

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“This launch must be interesting for you, Miss Ha-Jinah,”

“Why’s that?”

“It’s a trigger for memories, I heard,”

Presenter Ji-Hyun smiled as they looked at replicas of Goryeo relics. In less than two weeks, iSOi and Hwang Corporation would be launching the new Goryeo line and anyone who is anyone in the world of the rich and famous is invited.

As the team leaders, Ha-Jin and Ji-Hyun had much to do. Because of the workload, Ha-Jin’s manager allowed her to focus on the launch first, not requiring her to report for work for two weeks.

It was decided that the party’s theme would be Goryeo; after all, the line was dedicated to that time period. When Tae-Won, who was the overall head of the launch, announced the theme, Ha-Jin felt a little lightheaded. Everything about the launch would reiterate her past life but due to professional reasons, she couldn’t back out.

She ended up taking one too many aspirins.

Now, they were surveying giveaways. Afterwards, Ha-Jin and Ji-Hyun were to visit a clothes shop to see the wardrobe for the “royal family” – aka the Hwangs. Nari and her friends were also included, so Ha-Jin was definitely not looking forward to that.

Ha-Jin fondly looked at the casings of makeup laid on the table. She remembered how she would do Myung-Hee’s makeup.

“Do these remind you of anything?” he asked her.

She smiled as she surveyed an ancient compact. “I should be asking you that, Astronomer,” she joked.

Ji-Hyun laughed as he set down one of the old blushers. Ever since her revelation, he has been very accepting of Ha-Jin’s stories of his past life. He loved the idea of being an Astronomer and the best friend of Crown Prince Mu. Every now and then, he’d ask her about Choi Ji Mong and she would oblige.

Sometimes, she wished Jae-Yeong would be the same.

“Ahhh I can’t. It’s unfortunate,” he remarked, “What I’d give to remember what I did,”

“Oh you wouldn’t want it, trust me,” said Ha-Jin, “That must mean your past life had no regrets, which is why you’re a clean slate.”

“True, but you and I are together again in this life,” he said, “That should mean something.”

She smiled gratefully at him. Ha-Jin was so thankful of the senior’s acceptance of her claims; in fact, he went the extra mile by doing some research for her.

“There remains no record of a Hae Soo still, as far as my research goes,” he told her while surveying the elaborate plates, “I did see a lady Hae on the Fourteenth Prince’s list of wives. That must’ve been you, yes?”

“Yeah, most likely. From what I can remember, Hae Soo did marry Wang Jung but for the sake of getting out of the palace.”

“Ah, that makes sense,” said Ji-Hyun, “You must’ve been desperate to escape.”

“I can’t remember most of the why, but that’s right. I strongly recall wanting to get out of the Palace despite being in love with the Emperor.”

The supplier interrupted their conversation, handing Ji-Hyun a list of the giveaways. After surveying the list, Ji-Hyun returned it to the supplier and led Ha-Jin to the wrapping section to oversee the final product.

“So…Jae-Yeong and the Fourth Prince…”

When it came to the relation between Jae-Yeong and the late Emperor, it seemed as if Ji-Hyun was torn: he had a hard time believing it but he knew that Ha-Jin also had a point. He tried his best to study more about reincarnation, seeing if Jae-Yeong had exhibited some signs.

She noticed how his voice trailed off.

“Ji-Hyun-nim,” she began, “Do you have something to say about him?”

The presenter looked around to check if anyone was listening.

“I spent the night at the Hwang household two days ago. It was midnight when I woke up to have my nightly medicine. I went downstairs to their kitchen for a glass of water,” he said, “And who should I see hoarding the milk but Jae-Yeong himself.”

“What was he doing there?”

“I asked him the same thing. When I approached him, I noticed he was sweating profusely—you’d think he just ran a marathon. And he looked as if he had nth glasses of milk,” continued the presenter, “Jae-Yeong drinks milk whenever he couldn’t sleep. So I asked him if he was having a hard time again. He said he just had a—,”

“Nightmare,” finished Ha-Jin.

“Indeed,” agreed Ji-Hyun, “When I asked him about it, his answer was quite…disturbing.”

“What did he say?”

The presenter surveyed his surroundings again, checking to see if anyone was listening.

“He said he dreamt that he killed his brother.”

Ha-Jin had to suppress her shock; choosing to place her hands on . The presenter hadn’t elaborated yet but everything sounded so disturbing. And which brother did he kill?

“He seemed very distraught with his nightmare, believe me. He had to take twice his meds to calm himself down,” continued Ji-Hyun, “But when I asked him which brother he killed and how, he couldn’t remember the particular details. All he could remember was…” then he trailed off. Suddenly, he fell silent.

Ha-Jin knew it was serious.

“Ji-Hyun-nim, what did he say?” she prodded him.

The senior took of his glasses and gave them a good rub from his shirt before putting them back on.

“He said he could remember the brother asking him to be killed,” he replied, “And he had no choice but to do it.”

A member of the staff passed by, greeting the two. Ji-Hyun bowed formally, addressing the staff, while Ha-Jin was still in shock. Her brain was trying to register what she heard; she knew it was familiar.

“Ha-Jinsshi, I hesitated telling you this once it happened. But I couldn’t help but wonder if…if it had something to do with before,” he told her, “I didn’t want to tell you because I thought it was too disturbing. Judging from your face, however, I think you have an idea with what I’m talking about.”

Suddenly, the images came back.

“That girl. I cannot let her go alone.”

“Hyung-nim, I would prefer if you just…it is a gift only you can give me.”

He already had an arrow in his chest; more than one had pierced his skin. His wife was gone—dead on the floor. She knew it was the end and so did he.

She saw his hands shake despite the tight hold on his younger brother. The latter was begging, crying at the sight of his murdered wife.

Suddenly, her chest ached.

Ha-Jin’s breath caught short as her chest throbbed unbearably. She stumbled; fortunately, she gripped the nearby chair, stabilizing her stand. The resurfacing memory of Eun dying was too much for both her heart and mind.

“Ha-jinah!” exclaimed Ji-Hyun, holding her by the shoulders, “Are you alright? What happened?”

She caught her breath and attempted to soothe her hurting chest. The tears threatened to fall as she recalled the bubbly Tenth Prince—murdered by his brothers, but one of them did so unwillingly. The sight of Ji-Hyun reminded her of Park Soon-Deok who, ironically, was the presenter’s daughter.

“Did you regain another memory?” he asked, then he realized, “Was it…related to Jae-Yeong’s dream?”

He helped her up and assisted her to a nearby chair. The presenter immediately gave her a bottle of water, which she drank from gratefully. It took her a minute to recover from the flashbacks. They were getting more intense as the days pass.

“These memories…they’re…stronger,” she said, gasping for breath.

“So they are…related to his nightmare?”

She looked at the presenter. “Yes,” she said, “He did kill his brother before—the Tenth. He didn’t want to do it, though. He was forced.”

The shock registered almost immediately on Ji-Hyun’s face. She could see him trying to reconcile her revelation with Jae-Yeong’s dream. She was doing the same thing. It could’ve been any nightmare, he could’ve dreamt about killing Il-Sung or Tae-Won. But why was she so sure it was neither of them?

“Ha-Jinah,” began the presenter, “Do you think he dreamt about murdering the Tenth Prince?”

She took another drink of water. “I…I don’t know. A part of me is sure,” she said, “But if he was…what could that mean?”

Her senior’s face of recognition was enough to speak for itself. They said nothing for a short while as they tried to process. For her part, Ha-Jin’s brain went haywire again, trying to justify the possibility of reincarnation against Jae-Yeong not remembering anything evidently.

“It could mean a lot, Ha-Jinah,” answered Ji-Hyun, “But as always, we are not sure.”

“We want to be…but we are not.”

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The dress shop sponsoring the iSOi launch was busy and in a flurry. Despite still being a little dizzy from her little meltdown an hour ago, Ha-Jin powered through with the help of Ji-Hyun. The senior suggested she take a break and leave the fittings to him, but she wouldn’t allow a simple problem mess up their work.

Hae Soo or not, she still had to attend to things.

Still, Ha-Jin was surprised with the number of people in attendance. She thought she was just going to oversee the Hwang family and Nari. It turns out that Nari’s list of beauty blogger and model friends all arrived, explaining why the store was too busy.

Ji-Hyun warned her that the sight of the traditional Goryeo clothing might trigger more memories but she refused to be left behind. Seeing the wardrobe, however, threatened to mess with her head again.

But she had to fight it.

“The Hwangs might not make it today; majority of them are busy. We’ll just have to oversee their clothes and make some adjustments,” said Ji-Hyun, “But I didn’t expect this number of women to turn up here.”

“These must be Nari’s friends,” offered Ha-Jin, feeling sick to her stomach. It wasn’t just because the women were too pretty for their own good; it was the mere fact that they were Nari’s friends, which means she was somewhere in the mix.

“We’ll have to see the costumes then. Come along, Ha-Jin,” said the presenter, leading her through the buzz of women trying out period clothes.

Despite the threatening rush in her head, Ha-Jin found the sight of the clothes refreshing. One of the models sported a low-level court lady attire, her hair in braids. Another tried a beautiful chima, which fell to the floor with class.

They met up with the head seamstress who gave the initial plans and designs. Ha-Jin went through her proposed work and surveyed the clothes. Ji-Hyun gave her the job to inspect the models’ clothes. Immediately, she got to work.

She still felt lightheaded but Ha-Jin didn’t allow her head to mess with her work. Instead of remembering Eun dying over and over again, she distracted herself with the mess of hwarots (ceremonial dresses for women), jeogori (upper garments), and chima (skirts).

Everything looked so beautiful and elegant; even the court lady’s dresses seemed too glamorous compared to the ones in her memory. She was listing down who was to wear what when she heard a familiar voice.

“Oh, there you are,”

Nari was looking extremely beautiful with her white coat. She was accompanied by a couple of model friends and followed by attendants.

Ha-Jin tried her best not to recoil at the sight of her.

“Ah, yes,” she replied, bowing to Nari, “It’s a pleasure to see you here.”

Once she got up, Ha-Jin saw that Nari did not acknowledge her politeness with a smile or anything at all. She was just standing there; her face a mixture of judgment, contempt, and god knows what hidden behind her famous be-dimpled smile. Ha-Jin tried her best not to retaliate.

“Wait a minute,” said one of her friends, “Why does she look familiar?”

“You’ve probably seen her around the company,” replied Nari, “This is Go Ha-Jin, the makeup specialist responsible for the new Goryeo line in iSOi. She’s the lovely girl in charge of everything today.”

“Oh, is that so?” asked the blonde one; Ha-Jin was pretty sure she had seen this model somewhere. She might have modeled in one of iSOi’s ads.

“I think I heard someone say that she is close to Hwang Jae-Yeong, though,” said the brunette on the right, “But she gets to work with you too, Nari. That’s a privilege for someone like her, right?”

Ha-Jin couldn’t help but feel off with that comment. What was that supposed to mean?

Nari humbly waved her hand at her friend. “Oh Su-An, it’s not like that,” she said.

“What do you mean it’s not like that?” said the blonde girl. She stared at Ha-Jin from top to bottom, surveying her clothes, making the latter feel uncomfortable.

Nari gave her famous tinkling laugh, brushing off her friend’s compliment (and passive aggressive insult at Ha-Jin). “Stop that,” she said, “Ha-Jinah, the director told us to have you fit us and check our costumes. Would you be a dear and help us out?”

She still found Nari’s sugar-sweet tone unsettling. Ha-Jin knew she was just putting up that goddess front for her friends and attendants; after all, no one would want to know about that side of her.

“Sure,” she said shortly, “Come this way.”

As the three girls (followed by attendants) trailed behind her, Ha-Jin couldn’t help but feel her stomach churn. This wasn’t what she wanted, not after just having a surge of memories. But her job called her to attend to Nari.

Whether she liked it or not.

The next hours with Nari and her friends were nothing but a bore and teeth-clenching event for Ha-Jin. She had to fit the girls, as well as see if the costumes were a perfect match for them. As expected, Nari was going to be a princess—the designer’s plan told Ha-Jin so.

Nari and her friends didn’t talk much to Ha-Jin as she did her work; in fact, they were just gushing and gossiping like teenagers—most of the talk, however, was centered on Nari’s career and blooming love life.

“…my god, Nari. Can’t you just get married in that?” asked Su-An the model, “I bet you and Il-Sung would look good in traditional clothes!”

“She and Il-Sung would look good in anything,” said Cho-Hee, the blonde one, “Nari, you’re so lucky with that man. He’s got everything—the charms, looks, money, and the skills. Any woman would be so blessed but you got him.”

Ha-Jin saw Nari smile at herself at the mirror. She raised her hands as Ha-Jin wrapped a measuring tape around her tiny waist.

“I think all of the Hwang brothers are like that,” commented Su-An, taking a sip from her glass of champagne, “All smart, handsome, and incredibly in-demand.”

“I would’ve dated Tae-Won if he wasn’t so young!” exclaimed Cho-Hee, “He’s such a floof though. I remember him laughing from secondhand embarrassment at his father during that one launch.”

Both girls laugh as Nari giggled graciously. Ha-Jin took down her measurements and checked the dress for any rips or tears.

“So Nari, you never had a hard time choosing between the three?” asked Su-An, “ I mean, you were close with them since childhood right?”

“Yeah, that must’ve been interesting,” commented Cho-Hee, “Excluding Tae-Won from the list, since he’s mine, it’s amusing that you were in between Jae-Yeong and Il-Sung.”

Ha-Jin’s ears rang. She almost poked Nari’s waist, nearly missing it by an inch. The model noticed her little bump, but chose not to acknowledge it. Instead, she smiled at her reflection again.

“You guys are dramatic,” she told her friends, turning to them, allowing Ha-Jin to finish the seams.

“No, really!” insisted Cho-Hee, “Believe me, Su-An. I once thought Il-Sung and Jae-Yeong would have to fight over Nari! There was that one time at a party both Hwang boys wanted to dance with her. It was crazy.”

“Really?”

“Yeah! I think it was three years ago but man, what a sight!” exclaimed Cho-Hee, “Nari was just looking so beautiful that day, I couldn’t blame them. And honestly, I saw that spark of jealousy in Jae-Yeong’s eyes when he saw Il-Sung dancing with Nari. But she gave him a chance at the end of the day, didn’t you?”

“Stop that, Cho-Hee,” said Nari, tying her hair in a bun, “Don’t exaggerate.”

Her voice was humble and everything, but Ha-Jin noticed Nari would flash her a quick glance every now and then. It was a knowing one—and very much unpleasant.

“But it’s true. Oh my god, Su-An, you should’ve been there,” continued Cho-Hee, “I’ve been telling Nari here that those boys were crazy for her. But in the end, Il-Sung won out. Didn’t he, Nari?”

Nari said nothing but just smiled.

“Poor Jae-Yeong, then,” remarked Su-An, “He must’ve been crushed—losing a beautiful girl to his brother.”

“That should explain his grumpy attitude for the past years, huh?”

“Wouldn’t doubt it,”

The girls took sips from their champagne glasses before discussing the whole “Love Triangle Debacle,” as they called it. The entire time Cho-Hee and Su-An gushed about Nari and Il-Sung, as well as how crushed Jae-Yeong must be, Nari would look at her with that small smile Ha-Jin knew wasn’t a genuine one.

It’s as if Nari was telling her, “I told you so.”

Ha-Jin had to keep herself from gritting her teeth as she finished the specifications on Nari’s costume. She couldn’t let that woman kill her cool. She had to stomach everything in and endure.

It was hard not to see the unpleasant Princess Yeon-Hwa in Nari. Was she destined to be this unpleasant even in her present life?

“…I don’t think Jae-Yeong would find a match better than Nari. Let’s be honest, no other girl could surpass you, Nari,” concluded Su-An, “What a loss for him.”

“That’s true! Any girl who follows would probably be…oh I don’t know…trash?”

With that Nari, looked down at Ha-Jin. She didn’t say anything but the latter knew what the former wanted to say.

“And to think his brother got the gold catch! Shocking!”

I really want to get out of here, pleaded Ha-Jin, I can’t stand this anymore.

“What’s shocking?”

Ha-Jin and the girls turned around to see Hwang Jae-Yeong standing by the doorway, hands shoved in his pockets. He was looking expectantly at the crew before his eyes fell on Ha-Jin.

She couldn’t be happier at the sight of him.

“Ah, Jae-Yeong, you’re here,” greeted Nari, smoothing her skirt. She smiled that beautiful smile of hers at him, immediately disgusting Ha-Jin.

Jae-Yeong entered the room and surveyed all the garments. He also looked at the two models who suddenly fell quiet at his presence. Finally, he just stared at Ha-Jin kneeling on the ground, busy with Nari’s hems.

“Are you busy?” he asked Ha-Jin.

She was holding a measuring tape, some thread, and pins. It was pretty obvious that Ha-Jin was occupied.

“I…I was just finishing,” she said.

Jae-Yeong gave the other girls another look—a scary one. It suggested he must’ve overheard what they were just talking about and he wasn’t pleased with it. He bit his lips then extended his hand at Ha-Jin.

“Come on,” he said.

“What?”

Nari didn’t even bother to hide her surprise. She stared indignantly at her childhood friend, questions shooting from her eyes.

“I need her,” he told her, “I’m here to get my attire done. I asked Ji-Hyun about it and he said Ha-Jin was in charge. I’m a little pressed for time so another attendant’s going to come here and finish everything.”

“You…need her?” repeated Nari.

Jae-Yeong pulled Ha-Jin up before responding, staring at Nari straight in the eye. “Yes, I need her,” he answered, “Now, if you’ll excuse us.”

Two more attendants entered the room, armed with measuring tapes, notebooks, and pins. Jae-Yeong pulled Ha-Jin by the hand, leaving a flabbergasted Nari with her friends. Ha-Jin didn’t even have the time to disagree with what he just said.

She was just glad to get out of there.

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He brought her to a secluded dressing room, which held most of the family’s attire for the launch. Ha-Jin saw the sketches on the wall, as well as the visuals. Their measurements were written and so were their costumes. As expected, Jae-Yeong was to be a Prince.

“Those dim-witted girls,” he said, “They give models a bad name.”

He led her inside and closed the door behind them. Once they were alone, he looked at her.

“Are you okay?” he asked, “Did they say anything stupid?”

He looked so good in his long-sleeved white shirt and dark pants. Ha-Jin was momentarily distracted with the sight of him, it took her a minute to answer.

“Uh…well..I…they were just talking—“

“About me,” he finished, “I heard.”

He pushed his sleeves as he surveyed the drawings plastered on the walls. Ha-Jin, on the other hand, distracted herself by touching the gwanbok (business attires), trying to take her mind off Eun’s memories, Nari’s subtle snide remarks, and Jae-Yeong’s sudden presence.

“Don’t be affected by it,” he said, “You know it’s no longer relevant.”

She saw him studying one of the gwangboks and frowning at it.

“Do I have to be a Prince?” he asked, “I told Ji-Hyun I’ll just dress up as a eunuch. The clothes are too much.”

“But…but you have to dress up as a Prince,” she insisted, “Your family is heading the launch…so you’ll be the royal family.”

“I told them I’ll be a eunuch,” he insisted, “They won’t stop me. I don’t want to look too fancy.”

“Oh, all right then,” she said.

She took her notebook and wrote his special requests, her hands still shaky. It’s been such a day for Ha-Jin, she didn’t know how she managed to still stand. She had to focus; she couldn’t let her brain mess with her again.

“Ha-Jinah…”

He rarely addressed her on a first name basis. It was always ‘Go Ha-Jin.’ It was odd to hear him call her by her first name—when he did, it meant he had business.

She looked at him and saw that he was gazing intently at her. He had that worried expression on his face; he must’ve been thinking about Nari and those models. Or, there could be something else on his mind.

Ji-Hyun’s story about the nightmares returned.

“Have…you been sleeping well?” she asked him before he could say anything.

He seemed surprised with her question. “I…well, yes, I have,” he said, “I’m a little tired but I’m trying my best to sleep. I take my meds and drink plenty of milk.”

“That…that’s good,” she remarked, taking the tape measure and gathering the clothes. She didn’t know what else to say to him. Part of her wanted to tell of what Nari and her friends were gushing; the other refused, insisting Jae-Yeong need not know about it.

She focused her attention on the clothes. “I’ll try to find a good eunuch attire for you,” she said, “But you’ll have to explain yourself to your family—“

She was cut short by the hand on her shoulder.

“Whatever they said about me,” he began, “You know it’s not true.”

Gently, he turned her around so she was facing him.

“I know you’ll tell me I don’t have to explain myself, but I feel like I have to,” he continued, “I don’t want this thing with Nari to mess up everything I’ve been trying to build between us. Whatever they said, keep it out of your head.”

“Why are you explaining yourself?” she asked.

He bit his lip before he answered. “I don’t know why; I just know I have to,” he said, “I’m afraid that if…you believed them, you’d be confused with me. I don’t want that. You know I don’t want that.”

The dead silence was deafening but it was also telling as Ha-Jin stared at Jae-Yeong’s dark eyes—the very same ones Wang So had.

“Any girl who follows would probably be…oh I don’t know…trash.”

Ha-Jin couldn’t help but think maybe Cho-Hee had a point; Jae-Yeong or Wang So, they were both out of her league. She didn’t understand why the universe kept shoving her their ways; she didn’t feel like she deserved them.

“Go Ha-Jin, say something,”

If she was honest, she wanted to cry. It would be weird and unreasonable, but that’s how she felt.

She bit her lip, keeping herself from doing anything stupid.

“We’re…not anything….I know that,” she stammered, “But…I…”

“Any girl who follows would probably be…oh I don’t know…trash.”

“I don’t know why you’re…chasing the wrong girl,” she finished.

Jae-Yeong looked at her with surprise; she couldn’t blame him, she was shocked herself. But after her encounter with the girls, it was all she could think about—that combined with Eun’s memories were not a good combination.

As Hae Soo, she never understood why the Princes surrounded her. She couldn’t figure out why the Fourth Prince was so devoted to her despite her countless rejections. As Ha-Jin, she was beginning to doubt the purpose of Jae-Yeong’s attraction when it wasn’t beneficial for him.

Amidst the clothes, they stood there in the middle of her doubts.

This had happened before, she knew that.

Jae-Yeong still had not released his grip of her; his hands were still holding her shoulders. If anyone ran into them, there would be talk…much of it.

But it seems the world was too busy to notice.

Before she could speak, a single tear rolled from her eye—surprising both her and Jae-Yeong. She wanted to wipe it away, but she was frozen in her position. She couldn’t move, unless she forced him to let go.

But Ha-Jin didn’t have the chance to say so.

Jae-Yeong pulled her in, engulfing her in a warm hug.

“You’re not trash,” he whispered, “You are anything but trash.”

And that was enough to make her cry.

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A/N: I just realized I wrote an extra long chapter today; maybe it’s because I’ll be gone for two or more days so I wanted to make the most out of it. I hope I did you proud by uploading immediately and making it longer.

I hope you’ll anticipate the launch…a lot of things will happen—characters will meet, emotions will explode, and everything might go crazy. I’m excited to write it, but I need a few days to get it right. I don’t want to disappoint you.

Just expect all of them at once.

Again, I hope to read more of your comments! Thank you!

P.S. I just thought of an amazing hashtag for them: #JinYeong <3 it sounds like Jin-young from GOT 7 though.