Kim Seungmin

They broke up a month ago. Jongin was walking home from a walk with a friend who was headed the same way. The friend showed him some photos. Seungmin and some guy were kissing. Then the same couple, but in bed. When Jongin got home, he messaged Kim, told him everything, and blocked him.

They never had a normal conversation after that incident. What was there to talk about? The photos were clear evidence of infidelity, and Jongin didn't want anything to do with people like that. Yes, it was painful. He had a hard time getting through that time. But his hatred and disgust for Seungmin kept him from bursting into a long text to his ex in private messages.

A couple of days later, Jongin started receiving calls from unfamiliar numbers. When he answered, he heard Seungmin's voice, and all the pain returned. Then he stopped answering. Then Seungmin texted him, still using different numbers, but it was all in vain. Every contact was blacklisted.

And then one evening, Seungmin showed up at Jongin's yard. He'd been waiting for him for a long time, periodically reminding him of his presence by knocking on the door. He knew perfectly well it was stalking, but the guilt gnawed at him every day, preventing him from living in peace.

The door finally opened. The sight of Jongin's tired expression sent a sharp pain through Seungmin's heart. Sighing, Seungmin spoke:

• Jongin... Please forgive me... Let's give everything back, I miss you so much...

Chonin was outraged by such impudence and began to scold him, almost shouting:

• No! Don't even think about it! You decided to sleep with him, so now go back to him!

Seungmin looked down. He understood everything perfectly and desperately, desperately wanted to fix it.

• Ninny... I beg you... Ask for anything... If you want, I will give you money every week, take you somewhere... Just come back...