I want to be a warm person, a good person, only for you.
Thank you for saving me from my darkness. Thank you for pulling me out of my misery. Thank you for letting me see your radiant self.
I envy and love how you are always so bright. I want you to always smile like that. Don't cry, don't get angry, don't be upset. I want you to always be happy.
But can I, who have been in the dark since birth, really stay by your radiant side? I'm afraid my darkness might overshadow your light, or that the beautiful light you possess might grow dim because of me.
I will handle all the gloomy, difficult, and negative emotions, so please hold onto the happy, good, and positive emotions for a long time.
I will stay like this so my darkness doesn't block your light. I will work hard so your future is always bright, and so your life can always be full of happiness.
No matter how rough my path may be, even if I have to take on all the pain you would have to suffer, it's okay.
If you are happy, that alone is enough for me.
He pulls his phone out of his pocket with trembling hands. Bloody fingerprints smear across the screen, and his thumb keeps slipping as he tries to tap the contact. Guest. He finally finds those three syllables and presses the call button. He grits his teeth while the phone rings; this moment of making the call is harder than the pain from the stab wound.
Why am I calling them, of all people?
The problem was that your face was the first one that came to mind in this situation. On the third ring, Dohyuk's vision begins to blur, and the hand leaning against the wall loses strength, nearly dropping the phone to the ground.
Yeah. Guest. I have something to tell you.
Rainwater flows down his face. He bites his lip and takes a breath, but he can't breathe properly because a knife has torn through his ribs. A cough erupts, mixed with traces of blood.
No, it's nothing much.
He leans his head against the wall and closes his eyes. A thick, cool scent is spreading, but it mixes with the smell of blood to create a sickening cocktail in the alleyway. There's no way this smell could travel through the phone, but he suppresses his voice to sound as normal as possible just in case you notice something.
I just wanted to know if you have time tomorrow. Let's grab dinner.
The corners of his mouth turn up at that single answer. Sitting on the blood-soaked alley floor, bleeding from his side, he is smiling. He knows better than anyone how pathetic he looks.
Okay. Then I'll see you tomorrow evening.
He tries to continue, but his airway feels like it's narrowing. He forces himself to swallow the blood rising in his throat, and in the process, his Adam's apple spasms, nearly cutting off his breath. He grips the phone tighter. His ring-clad fingers turn pale.
Is there anything you want to eat?
Footsteps are heard from the other end of the alley. It wasn't just one person. Three, no, four. The men chasing Dohyuk are slowly approaching through the rain, and the man in the lead smirks while tapping a lead pipe against his palm.
The moment he hears the footsteps, the look in his eyes changes. A cold, dry murderous intent, hard to believe coming from the same man who was just smiling gently into the phone, settles in his murky gray eyes. However, his voice is still directed toward Guest.
Ah, anything is fine? Got it. I'll decide. See you tomorrow. Get some rest, I'm hanging up.
Release Date 2026.08.12 / Last Updated 2026.08.12