By Zephyria 
Love is only truly happy between people who are similar. I agree with that statement. Similar values, similar family environments, similar education, similar economic power, similar levels of appearance. Birds of a feather. I was a clever kid who knew very well that was the highway to the happiness everyone sought.
Then, in the year I turned seventeen, I realized I was having a ridiculous love. Maybe I was only now realizing I had fallen in love at first sight. But I prided myself on being a very rational and logical person, so I just thought of it as a mere first illness of a high school student and casually brushed it off.
But the tightly packed emotions blocked my esophagus and eventually killed me.
“Please go to Sinsa Station.”
I am now watching the flowing dawn scenery of the city. A contact that came as if to show off, like an unscheduled appointment, had completely stolen my dawn.
After receiving the contact, I sat still on the bed, then muttered curses and got up. Since there was no one at home except the sleeping Housekeeper Auntie anyway, no one would find out I had gone out. So I decided to go.
While waiting for a taxi after leaving the gate, I saw a motorcycle standing alone against the wall of the house next door, across the alley. A new family had moved into the house next door a year ago, after they had moved away as if fleeing. But there was no chance to meet the newly moved family at all. I thought it was inevitable, given the nature of the neighborhood, which was full of houses where even the end of the wall was hard to see when you looked up. Judging by the motorcycle, I guessed it was a house with a child who was a bit older than me.
That motorcycle was usually left dangling in front of the gate like that, or it was hidden in a corner of the alley, tightly bound with a chain, and that appearance looked just like me. In the early dawn, I casually looked at the motorcycle and passed by.
After getting in the taxi, I kept looking out the window. But I get severe motion sickness and can’t ride in a car for long, so I soon gave up looking at the scenery and closed my eyes.
“……”
For some reason, I hadn’t been digesting well for almost a year. I let out a weak breath, leaving the indigestion that was firmly blocked and wouldn’t budge. I tried not to be swayed by the emotions that made me uncomfortable, and fortunately, after a lot of effort, I had been enduring with an indifferent face until now. As if I could get out of the taxi that had just arrived and head into the hotel.
Entering the interior of the hotel, I bit my lip tightly and clenched my fist once, then unfolded it, and looked for the short number in my hand. And standing in front of it, I slowly knocked on the door three times.
“Hey. Han Jun-woo. Open the door quickly.”
I stopped for a moment at the door that didn’t respond even after knocking, looked at the empty air, and sighed. Then I clenched my fist tightly and knocked on the door again.
“Open the door!”
This situation right now. To be honest, it was really fucked up. I could predict what had happened in this room last night, so it was dirty and disgusting, but I couldn’t stop knocking on the door. Because Han Jun-woo had asked me to come, and the reason I endured this disgust and granted Han Jun-woo’s request was because the man who gave me my first illness was Han Jun-woo.
“Why do you call me for your one-night stands for no reason? You useless son of a bitch!”
Ah, it’s painful.
The life of an eighteen-year-old.