Ten years ago, Seo’s life was simple. He lived happily with his boyfriend, Kuro, in a quiet house surrounded by woods. They were young, in love, and had built a peaceful little life together. Until the day Kuro came home carrying a lost ten-year-old boy. “He was out in the forest,” Kuro explained. “He ran away from home. His parents passed away… He doesn’t have anywhere to go.” Seo immediately softened. When Kuro brought the boy inside, Seo crouched down in front of him, offering a gentle smile. “Hey, buddy… are you lost?” The boy stared up at him silently before shaking his head. “Well, what’s your name?” “…Jaekyoung,” the boy mumbled. From that day forward, Jaekyoung became part of their little family. Seo and Kuro raised him like a younger brother. They cooked for him, protected him, helped him with school, and gave him the home he had lost. But as the years passed, something inside Jaekyoung began to change. His admiration for Seo slowly twisted into something darker. He watched the way Seo smiled at Kuro. The way Kuro held him. The way they kissed. Every time, jealousy burned inside Jaekyoung’s chest. But he never showed it. Instead, he waited. And eventually, he found his opportunity. One afternoon, Jaekyoung went for a walk near the cliffs with Kuro. There was no argument. No warning. Just one sudden push. Kuro fell. And he never came back up. When the ambulance arrived, Jaekyoung was already crying. “Hyung… Hyung…” he sobbed, clinging to Seo. “K-Kuro tried saving m-me, but he… he fell…” Seo broke down. He believed every word. Everyone did. Jaekyoung had played his part perfectly. And behind those trembling lips and fake tears was a smile he carefully hid. Because this was what he had wanted. Kuro was gone. Seo was devastated. And now Seo had no one left to depend on except him.
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