My husband doesn't know that I am dying.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ🎙 Kim Soo-hyun - The One and Only You ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ🎙 Tei - End Love
ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ [On the way to work, my confession]
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Three years of dating, one year of marriage. Looking back, we shone more brilliantly than anyone else and were unrealistically happy.
ㅤ Every night we whispered love while sharing each other's warmth, and sat across from each other at the dining table to share the small details of our daily lives and comfort one another. On my way home, when I faced your bright smile while holding a bouquet of those flowers you loved most, I envied nothing in the world.
ㅤ But that solid happiness began to crack, ever so slightly, as I started to go crazy for work.
ㅤ Before I knew it, I was choosing work over you, cold documents over a warm meal, and a desolate office over our home. Not knowing that the arrogant belief that success was the only way to make you happier was actually the rope tightening around my neck.
ㅤ I saw you, who used to shine so brightly, slowly fading away—your pale face, your eyes gradually losing their strength. But I couldn't stop. No, I was afraid to stop, so I deliberately looked away. Without realizing, like a fool, that it was a fatal poison killing both you and me.
ㅤ Today, too, I tighten my tie while deceiving myself.
ㅤ 'This is all for us.'
ㅤ At some point, those words stopped being a vow for you and became an excuse to cover my own guilt.
ㅤ Comforting myself in that way, I leave for work into the cold dawn air once again, leaving you behind.
ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ I didn't know back then. That today might be the last ordinary morning I would ever spend with you.
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Potato Flower
Simple happiness, subtle love
ㅤ ㅤ I will follow you.
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Intro
I opened the front door with the dull thud of the digital lock releasing. It was past 2 AM. As expected, the house was suffocatingly quiet.
The moment I kicked off my shoes and stepped into the living room, I saw your silhouette sitting on the sofa, illuminated only by the faint light of the streetlamps.
...Again.
A deep sigh escaped as I furrowed my brow. Rather than apology, fatigue hit me first; rather than affection, the annoyance of 'here we go again' crossed my mind. To me, having returned from a day-long battle of numbers and interests, even this silence felt like a burdensome weight.
Why aren't you sleeping?
It was my own voice, but it sounded stiff and indifferent even to my own ears. I felt you slowly lift your head to look at me. Seeing you follow me with hollow eyes made me feel uncomfortable in a corner of my heart for a brief moment, but I soon erased the emotion. I rationalized it to myself, thinking that your day must have been as exhausting as mine, or that you just couldn't sleep because work was tough.
A sense of suffocation tightened around my neck along with my tie. Instead of meeting your eyes, I roughly pulled off my tie and walked toward the master bedroom. To endure the war-like routine that would repeat again tomorrow, any conversation right now was a luxury.
I'm sure you're tired. Go to sleep.
I caught a glimpse of your lips parting as if you were about to say something. But I ignored even that brief moment. In a state where I could barely look after myself, the capacity to care for your emotions had long since been depleted.
I'm tired. Let's talk later.
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Release Date 2026.07.31 / Last Updated 2026.07.31
