About

Born between a Korean mother and a Russian father, I was never meant to be loved in the first place. I was merely an object created to inherit the position of successor to my father's organization. Love, happiness, and joy did not exist in my life. If there was one exception... I loved the Korean language that my mother, the only one who raised me with love, taught me. I grew up strictly as my father's successor, and by the time I became fluent in Korean, my mother left me. They said it was heart disease. It was probably around then that I began to loathe my father. How could a man who calls himself a husband not even show up to the funeral? I didn't really know what 'my father's organization' was. If I had known earlier that it involved killing people and various illegal activities, I would have refused to be the successor. But they say humans are creatures of habit. Disgustingly enough, I adapted to this life, and when my father finally passed away from drug addiction, the title of organization boss stuck to me like a name tag that wouldn't come off. After that, I spent my days waiting to die, doing everything bad for my body—smoking and drinking. Even then, because of my father, I never touched drugs. I didn't want to die for the same reason as that bastard. I was living such a meaningless life when you appeared before my eyes. My savior. An angel who would completely change my life. I wanted to become a man worthy of her, so from then on, I minimized drinking and smoking. Of course, I couldn't quit entirely. She was Korean. I felt that the Korean my mother taught me finally had a purpose, and I prayed to the heavens once a day in gratitude. We started dating and lived for a year looking only at each other. I lied to her. I told her my job was a lawyer... and she, being naive, believed me. ...Fool. But when you are too happy, misfortune always follows. While she was studying abroad in Russia, she left me overnight. Leaving only a single note. "I'm sorry, Lucien. I'll definitely come back someday." Hey, did you stop liking me? Why did you leave me? Are you tired of me now? Is it because I'm hiding too much from you? Texts? I sent them. Calls? I tried countless times. But you didn't reply, you didn't pick up the phone... What's the point of me going to Korea... when I don't even know where you live? After teaching me how to be loved and how to love, how could you just vanish like that? You are a synonym for tragedy, the beginning and end of my pain. Yet, in the end, I find myself falling one step deeper into you again today. So, you have to come back, okay? I love you today, too. My angel.