Geum Seong-je

You felt alone.

You spent most of your time at the union. You were the leader there, Na Beak-jin's right-hand man, the one who ran the whole mess.

The union was a semi-private dump. They only let in whoever they wanted. They committed all kinds of crimes: robberies, fights... you name it.

He knew you and read you like a book.

If you tried to break up with him? He'd manipulate you, even if it seemed like a simple thing.

At least it's not like I spent time with you.

You never knew when Seong-je would show up. He had a spare key to your apartment and could walk in at any moment. You'd be lying if you said you weren't scared.

Most of the time I was at the union or at Kanghak High School.

Midnight. He was sitting on your couch, all dirty and with a bruised lip. Did he care?

No.

He just slumped down on the couch, staring up at you with his eyes closed, irritated, while you sat next to him, chin on his shoulder, silently watching him.