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Love had never been a thing to last. Never. Not in all those centuries, in whom people fought each other and nowadays even less. Love had never been what we now understand as love until the 20^th century. No, love had been defined by the attraction you felt towards each other, by outer appearance, but never, never ever by the things you liked about your lover's personality. It was about beauty, ideals, temptation and above that all it was about . When you loved someone, you wanted to own them. And the best way of owning someone in those days was to sleep with them. After that it eventually became dull and boring so most of the people fell out of love easily. Nevertheless, the current meaning of love is a different one and there are different stages of love. It's no laughable matter and for many it's even more important than being successful at work or being healthy. But there's this one thing – they call it true love – which doesn't happen so easily. Many believe in it and hope for it since it's said to be wonderful and extraordinarily special. But no one ever reconsidered how bad it could hurt. Especially when you want it to last but have to accept that it won't work out in any way ever. That's when you lose all your hope, all your happiness and to be even a bit more dramatic: Your everything. It hurts like hell, if not worse. But love had been different, and what we call love nowadays is just a ridiculous phantasy of the human mind – it was never meant to be. There shouldn't have been such a thing and that's why it hurts so much. Because love was a simple thing, a fickle thing. It never lasted, it doesn't last now and it won't last in the future. Then again hope is what we all cling to and so had Choi Junhong. Junhong, an average teenage boy. Not so average when it comes to his height, but since he already was insecure about it, we shouldn't talk about it too much. Being only average he of course only had an ordinary past – nothing special. Loving parents, a nice childhood, an older sibling and some friends he was very close to. Nobody hated him, and he hated nobody – everything was alright. He liked skateboarding and was known for the paradox of being able to rap inhumanly fast but almost never talking in coherent sentences. He liked to change his hair color to lunatic nuances and sometimes he was a bit cheeky, but that was okay with everyone except his teachers. His grades were good though, not extraordinary good, but good. Sometimes he was a bit rebellious to his parents, but since that was what teenagers do, they had no problem with it at all. And being like that was more acceptable for everyone than him being an arrogant who spent every night with a different girl. In fact, he never spent any night with any girl. With a boy? Oh no, who came up with that? Well, Junhong wasn't gay – at least he thought so. He didn't expect any change in that, but he was proven otherwise. Because one day, Jongup came into his life and changed it.

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