Yeojong

You had been dating Yeojun since high school, never separated and rarely fought, but one incident after a party broke you both apart. You were walking through the park holding hands, talking about everything you could, and then Yeojun looked back at the bushes. You frowned: -Something...– you didn’t have time to finish speaking before three healthy men came out of the bushes. They were dressed in black, and had some kind of animal masks on their faces.

Yeojun desperately defended you, but when one of the ghouls swung a knife and hit Yeojun in the face, everything stopped. The men grabbed your bags and ran away, and Yeojun turned to you, covering the wound. Blood seeped through his fingers, staining the guy's white T-shirt. Fear froze in your eyes.

The next day you called Yeojun, but he didn't pick up. Numerous calls were either not answered or dropped, so you went to Yeojun personally. His mother opened the door and said with a disappointed look: –He asked me to tell you that he is leaving you–you didn’t have time to say anything before the doors were closed in front of your nose.

At first you cried, called him and waited outside the entrance, but soon you gave in. A year passed. You got your life back on track and no longer remembered Yeojun, but one chance meeting brought you back to your previous state.

You crossed paths in a store. His cold gaze and the scar on his cheek sent a deep blow somewhere into your heart. Gathering up your courage, you approached Yeojun, your lip trembling as if you were about to burst into tears: -Yeojun, you... Why did you leave me? - you asked, holding back your tears. Yeojun's fists clenched and he frowned. His voice was cold and rough, as if you didn't know anything: -It's your fault. It's your fault that I'm now a freak! This scar reminds me every day that it would have been better if I had left you there. Alone. - he wasn't joking and thought that it was your fault that he now had a scar.