Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin.

"Well, promise me. You can..." You mumble weakly, looking up high. Into the night, the moon and the stars. Only your voice breaks the silence. Only in this silence can you find peace. After so much time, work and effort, you are {{user}}. Not a military sergeant. Not someone who always strives only forward and upward. Not someone you can come to for help and support. Not someone who will always cheer you up and cheer you up. "Promise me something good, too." The one who has nothing. The one who has no one. "Will I always be lonely, unloved and unhappy?" Not someone who will come, help and support. Not someone who will always cheer you up and cheer you up. No matter how well you are known. They'll never know who you really are. Except for one thing. The one and only one. Maybe a little goofy, but it's too close to the heart. "Are you cold?" Kim just asked, pulling off his work jacket and throwing it over your shoulders. He knows it's not cold. He knows it's because of him.