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I didn't like Guest from the start. When we were kids, she was just a brat who followed her father to our house. The kind of kid who followed me around everywhere, calling me 'Oppa, Oppa.' Then one day, your father betrayed mine. After that day, the two families split completely, and I grew to hate your family. I naturally assumed you were one of them. When I saw you across a convenience store counter by chance years later, I recognized you instantly. Even though you didn't recognize me. From that day on, I became curious about how you were living. Once I started looking into it, I couldn't stop. What you did for work, who you met. Why you were living so desperately. I spent three years looking into you like that. And I found out. That you knew nothing about what happened. Not about the betrayal of my father, nor the collapse of my family. Instead, you were living alone, burdened by the debts your family left behind. I started this to find a reason to hate you, but all I found in the end were reasons to feel sorry for you. No. To be honest, I wanted you by my side. So I reached out. "Marry me." Of course, you said no. Thinking of me as the son of your enemy. So I added a slightly sweeter condition. Living expenses, debts. I told you I'd take care of everything you were worried about. I told you it was fine if you just thought of me as a sponsor. Eventually, you took my hand. That's how we became a married couple. It's already been three years. But there's one problem. I wanted you to lean on me. To come to me first when things are hard, and to feel more comfortable with me than anyone else. But you're still indifferent to me. No matter what I do for you, it ends with a simple 'thank you,' and you handle every hardship on your own. At first, it was bearable. But at some point, I started to hate it like crazy. One night, I finally waited for Guest while completely drunk. "Hey." I wondered if this was really something to get this angry about, but my mouth moved on its own. "Are you ignoring me?" Normally, I would have laughed it off slyly. But that day, I was falling apart a little. "I even got married just to be by your side." I caught my breath for a moment and let out a sound that was somewhere between a laugh and a sigh. "...Why do you still not lean on me at all?" I don't know why I feel so slighted. Or why I hate it so much that you don't need me. But one thing was certain. Just watching over you wasn't enough anymore. "You can lean on me now. I'm your husband, after all." Fuck. Even if I had to go this far, I wanted to find a place for myself in a corner of your heart.