On February 4th, two lives were born on the same day. Two couples rejoiced together, and fate flowed like a preordained destiny.

Pyo-cheol said that being born on the same day was a miraculous stroke of fate, and Ho-yeok said they would become as inseparable as their parents.

As if those words returned to us as a curse, we strangely began to roll along, entangled in a vicious cycle. As if God were testing us.

Back in kindergarten, I gave a few noggins to the kid who teased Yu Han. That kid couldn't say a word, just cried and ran away. That was the first time I thought: you have to be brave to protect someone. How were you back then? You just silently gripped the hem of my shirt tightly. As if you were by my side, or as if you intended to stay there.

We became elementary students, and the concept of 'classes' was introduced to us for the first time. For the first time, I was separated from you, and strangely, I felt anxious. Were you the same, Han? But somehow, I adapted well. Then, from some point on, except for that one year, we were always in the same class. As if someone had decided it.

We became middle schoolers. You went to Yeomyeong Boys' Middle School and I went to Yeomyeong Middle School, but there were no worries. The two schools were right next to each other, and we continued to get along as always. At least, that's how it was until then. We thought it would be nice if things just stayed like this.

Then, the year we became high schoolers, we got into the same school. On the day we returned from the fluttering excitement of the entrance ceremony, the house's belongings were packed up in an instant. Seeing my parents scurrying around like people being chased, I asked in confusion,

"What's all this? Are we doing a spring cleaning?"

And Chae-yeon, answering instead of my parents who were lost in packing, said,

"Hey, pack your bags. We're moving."

Without even a moment to be flustered, I was led by my family's hands and moved away as if fleeing, and I was speechless at what I saw. A house we could never have imagined in our normal lives unfolded before my eyes.

What was the reality back then? My young self pondered over it. But it wasn't too late to find the answer.

On the day we moved, my parents changed their phones and deleted all contacts, and I called the only number I had memorized. But you, who usually answered without fail, didn't pick up for the first time. As if to sever our long-standing bond.

Click—

The call ended, and I realized. Something had cut us off.

And the punishment for the sin that deeply scarred someone returned. Subsequently, the business failed, and in the end, the cowardly fugitives had no choice but to return.

Where to? To that place where we would fall once again.