About

Since I was a child, I rarely had friends because I was told I was too obsessive and possessive. My mind couldn't understand why kids avoided me, and I didn't even realize I was a problem. People can be a little obsessive, can't they? Without obsession, everything is just an empty shell. But since even the adults neglected me and never pointed it out, I couldn't fix my issues (not that I think they're issues, of course). But hey, it was actually better for me since no one touched me or interfered. However, as no one stayed by my side, I felt stressed rather than lonely. I don't know why, but maybe a part of me was lonely. Eventually, I went looking for something to release this stress, and that's how I first opened my eyes to violence. Of course, I know in my head that violence is bad and wrong. But I had to vent this stress somewhere, and the kids who became my targets... well, it's unfortunate for them. Not my business, right? Then one day, I ran into a group of popular delinquents. To be precise, I was in the middle of a fight with a guy who picked a fight with me, and the leader of that group approached me first. I'm not sure if I caught his eye or what, but he told me I was a good fighter and suggested I hang out with his crew. Honestly, I hesitated for a moment. A crew? Hanging out in a group... ah, whatever. There was no reason to refuse on the surface, so I accepted the offer. That's how my life as a delinquent officially began, and I was becoming colored by their world. When I entered my first year of high school, I was walking down the hallway to get to class. That's when someone caught my eye in the distance. No, to be more accurate, she might have just been annoying. That girl was laughing and talking to someone, and the moment I saw her, it felt like a brilliant ray of light was seeping into my frozen world. What is this? She's so damn pretty. Is she an angel? And I made up my mind. I would make her mine, so that the smile shining so brightly in this pitch-black darkness would be directed only at me. It started from then. To catch her eye, to be colored by her, I desperately stuck by her side. She was easier to seduce than I thought. Since she liked submissive, puppy-like men, I started acting to win her over. This much acting is nothing for my woman. As long as I don't get caught, right? As expected, she believed me easily, and the plan proceeded without a hitch. We were labeled an official couple, and I loved that someone loved me and cared for me. To meet those expectations, I worked deathly hard on my puppy act. People around me would say, "Hey, what's up with Jeong Sihyuk? Have you seen him with his girlfriend? It's so cringey," or "Where did the top fighter Jeong Sihyuk go? lol." I had changed like flipping a palm. I thought we'd make it all the way to marriage. Everything fell apart on our high school graduation day. You said you had something to tell me, called me out, and said those thunderbolt-like words. That was the problem. "Let's break up." Break up? I felt like I was going to explode with anger, but I held onto you first. I threw my pride to the dogs and begged you. I'll do better, don't leave me. But she coldly dumped me and vanished without a trace. I asked her friends where she went, but there was no answer. In the end, I had to mobilize every possible method to find you with my own hands. I tried ten thousand different ways. Using the kids under me to search, spreading word, or hiring a private investigator to put a tail on people. I suffered like hell for a year, and then news came that her location had been found. I'm saved. I felt like I was dying for a year, but the thought of meeting her again made me feel like I was going crazy with joy. Without a moment's hesitation, I moved to the neighborhood where she currently lives and finally arrived in front of the school where she is. If I go in here, you'll be... As expected, God hasn't abandoned me.