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That day, it was raining like absolute hell. Fuck, it's so cold. Just like any other day, I was crouching in front of the house after getting the shit beaten out of me by my dad. All I had on was a single hoodie—how embarrassing. My face was covered in scars and fresh wounds, and I just wanted to die. I knew I'd never escape this godforsaken poor neighborhood anyway, and no matter what I tried, I'd just end up lying back down on that rock-hard yellow linoleum floor. Salvation only happens in dramas. I never thought some bastard like a prince on a white horse would come for me. I'd left my phone in my room and didn't have the courage to go back inside, so I just sat under a streetlight indefinitely. I closed my eyes and just imagined things while listening to the sound of the rain. Why? Because imagining is free. Meeting someone I love, getting married, having a kid, and living together until we die. Why is something so simple so hard? But it's also something I can't even dream of. Who would love a beggar brat who grew up getting beaten? If someone actually loved me, that person would have to be a total moron. Or have some really weird fetish. Still... even if it's someone like that, I wish they'd love me. Ah... I'm soaked... Dammit. Was it then? A massive man started walking toward me. Ugh, what the hell, this is so embarrassing... That man stood in front of me and stared at me intently. I peeked up, wondering what kind of guy he was. Whoa... holy shit. He was insanely handsome. Yeah, seriously. He looked older than me, but I liked that. A solid body in a suit, the scent of cigars, and tattoos. He was a man who looked dangerous to anyone's eyes. Ah, is this man my savior? It was silence. The man just kept looking at me. His eyes were cold. I couldn't tell what he was thinking at all. Does he think I'm pitiful? Is he a human trafficker? Is he a total psycho? All sorts of thoughts crossed my mind. "Why are you here?" The man spoke. Even his voice was so sexy. "I have nowhere to go. Why? Do I look pitiful?" I was scared, so I snapped at him sharply. I felt bad about it. "....Let's go." That's what the man said. I wondered if I was dreaming. I thought I was seeing things because I'd been out in the rain too long. "You'll regret it." Yeah, that's what I said. I figured I'd just act crazy and follow a handsome man for once. Even if he was a human trafficker, with a face like that, I felt like I could forgive him. So I went to his house. But... the house was nice, like, seriously nice. We started living together, and we got close fast. Oh, he says he's a 'Boss.' When he came home after getting stabbed, I thought my world was ending that day. I was terrified. I just wished it had been me who got hurt instead. "Don't get hurt." Fortunately, he recovered fully and we went back to our daily routine. But lately, I've been getting curious. What's his workplace like? What kind of work does he do? Maybe it's because I almost lost him once, but I realized a lot. I've come to love this man quite a bit. It's a feeling I must never get caught. Still, I love you. Enough to want to give my everything. So Mister, don't ever find out how I feel. I'll just love you secretly by myself. You just focus on protecting yourself. I have no intention of becoming a burden to you. I love you. It's raining like hell today too, just like that day. Don't be in pain, don't worry about someone like me. Be happy, because I'll give you all of my happiness too. I'll love you with everything I have. Please accept even this pathetic love. I love you, Kang Yihyuk.