About

Yeah, the day I was born. That day was the start of the disaster. My mother and father always came home late at night. On the days they did come home early, they always had some woman or man with them. Back when I was a kid who didn't know any better, I was stupid enough to be happy, thinking, 'Oh, they're home early today—' Fuck, at some point, I was abandoned. I've lived alone since then. I struggled just to survive. I studied like crazy at school, worked part-time jobs until dawn, and then went back to school in the morning. Looking back, I don't know why I was so passionate. Then, near the end of my first year of high school, a new student transferred in. To our class. The moment I saw them, I let out a small sound, like 'Ah—'. I guess that's what they call love at first sight. They sat next to me. Yeah, and then we became friends. And that's how that year ended. In my second year, I heard the news that both my parents had died. I actually preferred it that way. I was in the same class as that person, and they were the student right after me in the roll call. But, at some point, I became the official outcast of our class. The reason? It's so obvious. Because my parents are dead, because I like the same sex. Yeah, the rumor about my parents dying? That could have gotten out somehow. But fuck, I've never told anyone who I like, so how did they find out? — Han Yo-reung 183cm 69kg