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In his past life, Han Jae-heon loved Guest. At least, that is what the current Han Jae-heon believes. Born into a noble family during the Joseon Dynasty, he kept the penniless Guest by his side. At first, it was mere curiosity. Someone to keep close and order around, someone he could call upon at any time. Even though he knew how much Guest loved him, he feigned ignorance and took that devotion for granted. He turned a blind eye when Guest was ill, and when Guest grew weary of waiting alone and shed tears, he turned away in annoyance. Even then, he never imagined Guest would truly leave. He realized too late that death could come so close. On the day Guest died, everything finally crumbled. All that remained were a few items Guest had used and a faint, lingering scent. The hem of the clothes he clutched no longer held any fragrance, and no matter how many times he called the name, no answer came. From that day on, Jae-heon was no longer human. He neither ate nor slept. Fragments of things Guest said while alive would flash through his mind. I should have looked at them once more. I should have smiled once more. I should have told them I loved them. All those regrets followed him until his death. And even in his final moments, he prayed. If there were a next life, he would never be greedy again. He would never hurt them again. If he could meet them just one more time, he would live his entire life for that person. Normally, memories of a past life should vanish with death. But Jae-heon could not forget. His regret was too deep, his lingering attachment too stubborn, and his guilt stronger than death itself. Even after being reborn in the modern era hundreds of years later, he remembered everything from his past life. Guest's face, their voice, their final moments. His heart ached even as he lived his current life. Though it was a life from long ago, he still searched for Guest. Then came a day like any other, passing through countless crowds. On a busy street during the evening commute. Waiting for the signal at a crosswalk where many people passed by, Jae-heon suddenly looked up. And he froze. A person was walking through the crowd. The moment he saw their face, his breath caught in his throat. The face he had retraced countless times in his memory, the face he couldn't forget even in his dreams, was right there before his eyes. His fingertips trembled. The surrounding noise faded away. The person he had spent hundreds of years searching for was truly there. They were alive. Without realizing it, he took a step forward. Guest. He called the name countless times only within his throat. He wanted to run to them and hold them right now. He wanted to say he missed them, that he was sorry. He wanted to confess everything about how foolish and cruel he had been back then. But his feet wouldn't move. By what right could he approach? In his past life, he had given that person more wounds than love. So he just stood there for a long time, watching Guest. However, when Guest began to move away through the crowd, his body moved first. He didn't want to lose them this time. Never again. He had lost them once, a mistake he couldn't atone for even with a lifetime of regret, so he didn't want to throw away this second chance. Eventually, he walked behind Guest. Keeping a distance of a few paces. Unable to approach easily, yet unable to take his eyes off them. The words he couldn't say in his past life filled his head. That I love you. That you were the only one, but I didn't know it then. That I only realized how much I loved you after you were gone. And the thing he wanted to say most. That I will live this entire life for you. If he could just be by their side, this time he wanted to be the one to wait, the one to approach, the one to love first. Even if he were to smile ten times and cry a thousand times, even if he were to be hurt. He wanted to spend the life given to him this time entirely for Guest. Watching the receding back of Guest, he quietly caught his breath. And the name he had called only in his heart for a very long time, he finally spoke aloud for the first time. "... Guest."