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"Hey, what are you doing here?"
"I'm waiting for you."
"Waiting for me? Are we going somewhere?"
"Yes, we are."
"Where? Up there?"
"That's up to you. If you go up there, you can count the stars; it's delightful. But you'll leave everyone who loves you behind."
"Someone loves me? Where?"
"Down there. Many people."
"But I want to count the stars. Can I go up there with the people who love me?"
"No, you can't. You'll be alone up there."
"It looks scary down there."
"Not everything is scary down there. Some places are beautiful too. So, what's your choice? Are you going?"
"I'm going. Let's go."
The First Day…
"... His heartbeat... stable... blood pressure... in normal mode... thank goodness..."
Faint voices began to echo in his ears, accompanied by the sound of air, unseen movements, and beams of light. Slowly, his eyelids, adorned with thick lashes, fluttered open, revealing magenta-colored irises. Bit by bit, the blurry, dazzling view cleared up. It was like looking at a scene from beneath a crystal-clear lake on a bright summer day—wavy and glaring.
"... Bamby-ssi?... Can you hear?... Bamby-ssi, can you hear... my voice clearly?"
And those faint voices—they sounded like people shouting at him from the edge of the pool while he was submerged at the bottom.
A gloved hand reached out to remove the oxygen mask from his face. Lifting it slightly, the mask was pulled away, leaving traces of fog from his breath. His ears suddenly buzzed.
"I'm going to check... your pupils... Bamby-ssi."
A blinding white light now filled his vision. He recognized this light. He had seen it before, right after agreeing to "go" with the figure who had asked him about the stars.
Wait, where did that figure with wide white wings go? He wanted to see those wings again.
"Everything looks normal. Welcome back, Chae Bamby-ssi."
He glanced at the white-clad figure with glasses standing beside him. Their attire was similar to the figure he'd just encountered, but there were no wings on their back.
"Hamin-ssi, he's fully conscious now."
The sound of hurried footsteps approached him but slowed down as they reached his bedside. The figure was tall, with a strong build and jet-black hair. From the corner of his eye, Bamby could see the man's expression.
"H-Hyung? Bamby Hyung?" The deep voice trembled with every step as the man approached cautiously. A large hand reached out for his, resting limply at the side of the bed. Tears rolled down the man's greenish-black eyes—gentle, soothing, yet shadowed like a forest frozen in a winter's night.
"Wh-who... are you?"
His words froze the reaching hand mid-air. The green eyes dimmed instantly. Not just him, but everyone in the room seemed equally stunned. Their silence was filled with disbelief and shock.
The Second Day...
Bamby sat upright against the headboard of his hospital bed. He didn’t know where he was, and every attempt to analyze his surroundings or recall what had happened made his head throb and ears buzz. His memory felt like a jigsaw puzzle with pieces missing. The only things he could vaguely remember were returning from a trip to Jeju with his middle school friends, some snacks called Jondeungi he had bought, and a winged figure he’d seen in his dreams.
Was it really just a dream?
"Will... you stay here... until then?" Bamby asked in a raspy, heavy voice. His throat was parched, as if he hadn’t had water in days.
The person he addressed looked at him with a sorrowful expression. The tall, broad-shouldered man with jet-black hair sat faithfully by his bedside, his hands resting on the edge of the bed. Bamby couldn’t deny that his face was youthful and handsome.
"Hamin-ssi?"
“Yes. I’ll stay until Yejun Hyung arrives. Rest now, Hyung.”
Hamin smiled faintly, though it didn’t reach his eyes. Hearing his name spoken so formally felt like a blade slicing through his heart. He was someone who rarely cried, but the mere sound of that formal address brought tears brimming at the edge of his eyes, waiting for the moment to spill.
“I... I’m not sleepy. I’m not tired," Bamby replied, gripping the blanket over his lap tightly. "You should get some rest.”
Hamin’s gaze lingered on Bamby’s trembling fingers. He wanted nothing more than to hold that hand, to wrap the smaller figure in his arms, to pat his back and stroke the soft pink locks he loved so much.
"Bamby-ssi is experiencing Traumatic Amnesia. This is due to the head injury he sustained. We’ll need to conduct comprehensive examinations to assess the damage to his head and brain."
“Hyung, do you need anything? Water? Or food?” Hamin asked again, his voice shaky as he tried to suppress his tears. The doctor's words echoed in his mind. Choosing to lower his gaze instead of meeting Bamby’s magenta irises, he continued, "Does any part of your body hurt, Hyung?"
“My head...”
Hamin’s head shot up abruptly at the reply, the movement causing the tears he had been holding back to fall uncontrollably.
“Does your head hurt, Hyung?”
“N-no…”
“Where does it hurt? I’ll call the doctor.”
“It doesn’t hurt... It’s just—dizzy.”
Hamin’s heart raced. It always did when he was near this small, endearing person, but this time, the rapid beats were fueled by worry and fear.
“The impact was severe, Hamin-ssi. We cannot yet determine the extent of his memory loss or how long it will persist.”
Without thinking, Hamin reached out to gently take Bamby’s hand. But as soon as their hands touched, Bamby instinctively pulled back, startled. His magenta eyes widened in surprise and awkwardness, and he clasped his hand tightly in his lap.
“I—I-I’m sorry. I… need time to remember.”
Hamin froze, the trembling in his chest amplifying. His greenish-black eyes brimmed with tears, his expression a mix of anguish and longing. Bamby, confused by the reaction, stammered in apology.
“H-Hamin-ssi, I didn’t mean to—”
“It’s okay, Hyung,” Hamin interrupted, forcing a smile. He tried to convey reassurance despite the ache in his heart. “It’s really okay.”
For Hamin, this moment—seeing Bamby awake, speaking, and conscious—was a gift he cherished. It was far better than watching those magenta eyes closed in an unresponsive state for days.
The Third Day...
“Yejun Hyung, when can I go home? I think I’m already fine.”
Bamby asked as he watched the person in front of him busy peeling an apple. His older brother, Yejun, was slicing the fruit into neat pieces with a practiced hand, skewering them with a fork, and then bringing a piece to his lips.
“I’m not a kid.”
“You’ll always be tiny to me, Bonggu-ya,” Yejun replied, affectionately stroking Bamby’s cheek. “You need to undergo post-coma therapy for a few more days.”
Bamby stared quietly at the piece of apple in Yejun’s hand. Memories flooded back—how Yejun used to feed him the same way when they were kids, especially when their mother insisted because Bamby always ate messily. It felt like just yesterday they were living through those carefree childhood days.
“What happened to me, Hyung?” Bamby’s sudden question made Yejun pause. The lightness in the room shifted. Bamby noticed the change in his brother’s demeanor and waited, his gaze fixed on Yejun, who had now lowered the fork holding the fruit. “Was it something bad?”
Yejun gently ruffled his younger brother’s hair, his face betraying emotions he couldn’t hide. His deep blue eyes dimmed, shimmering with tears that threatened to fall.
“It doesn’t matter anymore, Bonggu-ya. What matters is that you’re okay now,” Yejun replied softly, managing a small smile.
Bamby’s eyes lingered on his brother, unconvinced. His memory was fractured, but he hadn’t forgotten how Yejun acted when he was worried or lying.
“What about Hamin?” Bamby asked, his words freezing Yejun in place once again. His older brother now clasped his hands tightly, his large, warm palms trembling slightly. “Who is he? He’s been here with me for three days.”
Yejun stood from his seat and enveloped Bamby in a protective hug, gently rubbing his back and patting it in the way he always did when words escaped him. Bamby knew this habit of his brother well—it was Yejun’s way of evading questions he didn’t want to answer.
Perhaps, Bamby thought, he would need to find out for himself who the tall, black-haired man always lingering around him truly was.
“Bonggu-ya...”
Yejun’s hand lightly stroked the back of Bamby’s head, his palm brushing against the bandages covering his injuries. His deep blue eyes turned toward the window of Bamby’s hospital room, which looked out into the corridor. There, standing in silence, was a tall figure with somber greenish-black irises—Hamin.
Yejun’s gaze hardened, a fierce and intimidating edge surfacing as he looked at the boy in the hallway. In stark contrast, Hamin’s expression darkened with sorrow, his eyes growing even dimmer under Yejun’s unyielding stare.
“…Forget him.”
The Seventh Day...
“Bamby Hyung, do you feel warm now?”
Bamby gave a brief nod, his cheeks flushed as the person in front of him adjusted a thick black scarf around his neck. Thankfully, the scarf partially covered his face, hiding the pinkish hue on his cheeks.
It wasn’t the cold that made him blush—it was the gentle care of the young man who had stayed by his side since the day he woke up from his coma a week ago.
“Alright, now put these on.”
“But there’s only one pair, Hamin-ssi,” Bamby said, his voice slightly muffled as he eyed the black gloves in Hamin’s hands. “Your hands will get cold if I wear them.”
They were standing in the hospital corridor overlooking a large garden. Snowflakes fell from the sky, blanketing the ground with a soft white layer. The air was chilly but not too cold—still early in the season. Traces of autumn leaves were scattered across the garden.
“I’m not cold, Hyung,” Hamin said, gently taking Bamby’s hands. They felt icy against his palms. “But you are.”
“I’m fine. You should wear them.”
Hamin gazed into Bamby’s magenta eyes and smiled, noting how the older boy’s delicate face turned red—whether from the cold or from embarrassment, he couldn’t tell. Without a word, Hamin slid one glove onto Bamby’s left hand and the other onto his own right hand. Then, taking Bamby’s gloved hand in his bare one, he slipped both into the pocket of his black coat.
“See? Now we’re both warm.”
Bamby’s blush deepened as Hamin gently led him into the garden. The sunlight filtered softly through the remaining leaves, casting patches of golden light over them.
“Are you still cold, Hyung?” Hamin asked, noticing Bamby staring at the falling leaves in silence. They had settled beneath a tree, sitting side by side as they shared small talk.
“No. It’s warm,” Bamby replied softly.
Hamin smiled, his heart swelling at the response. He adjusted the knitted cardigan draped over Bamby’s small frame, ensuring he was warm in his hospital pajamas.
“Am I making you uncomfortable, Bamby Hyung?” Hamin asked hesitantly, sensing Bamby’s lingering glances filled with unspoken questions.
Bamby was, in truth, quite comfortable. But his curiosity was growing louder than the warmth and contentment he felt. Slowly, he raised a hand and placed it against Hamin’s cheek.
The unexpected touch startled Hamin, but he remained still, his greenish-black eyes locking onto Bamby’s magenta ones.
“Hamin, were you important to me before? Were we… friends?” Bamby asked, his voice trembling with uncertainty.
Hamin gently clasped Bamby’s hand against his face, lowering it to rest over his chest instead. His heart ached as Yejun’s words echoed in his mind.
"I'll give you eleven days, Hamin-ah.”
“Yejun Hyung, please, just one more chance.”
“No. Eleven days from the moment Bonggu wakes up, and then you must leave him.”
Hamin gazed deeply into Bamby’s eyes, hoping his unspoken emotions could be understood. He wanted Bamby to see the depth of his sorrow, the regret carved into his soul.
Bamby could feel the sadness radiating from Hamin’s gaze, a pain that mirrored the ache building in his chest. As Hamin’s grip on his hand tightened slightly, Bamby instinctively leaned forward, closing his eyes as their lips met in a gentle, longing kiss beneath the autumn leaves.
“I can’t leave him, Yejun Hyung.”
“Why not? Wasn’t this everything you ever wanted? Now that the opportunity is here, why refuse?”
“I was wrong. I made a mistake, Yejun Hyung. I want to fix it.”
“If Bonggu doesn’t remember you after eleven days, you have to disappear from his life, Yu Hamin.”
As their kiss ended, Hamin pulled back, his trembling hand brushing against Bamby’s tear-streaked cheeks. His own tears fell freely now, like rivers unable to be held back.
“Bamby Hyung? Why are you crying? Does something hurt?” Hamin asked in alarm.
Bamby shook his head, but his tears didn’t stop.
“Let’s head back inside—”
“Hamin-ssi,” Bamby interrupted, his voice breaking. He lifted his gaze, his magenta eyes still glistening with tears. “Are we… a couple?”
Hamin froze. Yejun’s words echoed louder in his head as the weight of his promise loomed. Time was slipping away. It was already the seventh day.
Without answering, Hamin gently wiped Bamby’s tears before pulling something from around his neck. From beneath his shirt, he revealed a silver chain. At the end of it hung a small silver ring that gleamed faintly in the soft light.
“This is yours, Hyung,” Hamin said as he placed the ring in Bamby’s palm. “It has my name engraved inside it.”
Bamby’s wide eyes followed Hamin’s movements as the younger man slipped off his own ring, revealing an identical band.
“And this one,” Hamin said quietly, holding up the second ring, “has your name engraved inside.”
Bamby stared at the rings, confused but captivated.
“We’re engaged,” Hamin whispered, his hands enveloping Bamby’s smaller ones.
The words sank into Bamby’s mind like ripples in a still pond. He felt warmth and weight in Hamin’s touch, but it was accompanied by an overwhelming wave of dizziness. Memories, blurry and fragmented, flashed through his mind.
“Can I walk while holding your hand?”
“No, you can’t.”
“I’m cold, and your hands look warm.”
“Please don’t follow me, Hyung.”
Hamin’s heart raced as Bamby’s hand began to tremble in his grasp. Beads of sweat formed on Bamby’s pale forehead as he pressed his free hand against his temple.
“Bamby Hyung! Are you alright? Where does it hurt?” Hamin asked, his voice frantic.
Bamby’s breathing quickened. His ears rang, his head pounded, and his chest felt as though it were being crushed under an unbearable weight. Tears streamed uncontrollably from his magenta eyes as he gasped for air. A sudden drop of crimson blood trickled from his nose, staining their joined hands.
“Bamby Hyung!” Hamin cried out, his voice breaking with panic.
______________
"What’s wrong with my brother?!"
Hamin winced as Yejun’s strong shove slammed him against the stark white wall behind him. A firm grip yanked at his collar, tightening uncomfortably around his neck.
“What did you do to Bonggu this time?”
“Yejunnie, stop it. Don’t cause a scene at the hospital,” a calm yet firm voice cut in.
Yejun released Hamin roughly, his deep blue eyes glaring with raw anger into the greenish-black ones before him. Noah, his blonde-haired boyfriend, tried to soothe him with a gentle hand on his shoulder.
“I’m sorry…” Hamin muttered, his voice low and trembling.
“I’m sick of your apologies, Hamin-ah,” Yejun spat, his words dripping with contempt. His gaze burned into the younger man, who remained slumped in dejection. “If I’d known what you did to Bonggu from the beginning, I would’ve never approved of your engagement to him.”
“Enough, Yejun,” Noah interjected, his tone soft but insistent. “Don’t let Bonggu hear any of this.”
“No, Noah. I’ve tolerated this bastard for too long. He’s made my brother suffer enough. He needs to feel what Bonggu felt all this time!”
Hamin bit his lip hard enough to draw blood, ignoring the pain as a tear slipped from his eye and hit the floor. His fists clenched tightly at his sides, his knuckles pale from the pressure.
“What’s the matter? Does it hurt, Hamin-ah?” Yejun mocked, ignoring Noah’s restraining grip on his arm. The fury in his chest boiled over as he thought of the doctor’s words about Bonggu’s external bleeding—evidence of the trauma his brother had endured.
“What the hell have you done to my brother, Yu Hamin? Haven’t you caused him enough pain? Haven’t you shed enough of his tears?”
Noah’s hand rubbed soothing circles on Yejun’s arm, trying to calm him down. He understood Yejun’s fierce protectiveness over his only sibling, Bonggu. And though Noah rarely doubted people, the news about Hamin had shaken him deeply.
Thud.
Hamin dropped to his knees, his trembling hands bracing against his thighs as he gasped for breath. Hot tears streamed uncontrollably down his face, his body trembling as if consumed by an invisible storm of guilt.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. It’s my fault,” he choked out, his voice breaking.
One Year Ago...
It was a rainy day. The city streets glistened under the light drizzle, with pedestrians hurrying along to avoid getting wet. The rhythmic patter of rain filled the air, blending with the hum of distant traffic.
“Hamin-ah! Over here! I brought you an umbrella!”
Hamin turned toward the cheerful voice calling out to him from across the street. There stood Bamby, his pink hair strikingly vibrant against the dreary backdrop. He was waving enthusiastically, his bright smile piercing through the gloom. A sleek black umbrella was in his hand, while a neatly dressed bodyguard hovered protectively nearby.
Hamin exhaled deeply, his chest tightening as he watched the joyful figure. For some reason, he couldn’t muster a smile.
Tap
Tap
Tap
“Be careful, young master,” the bodyguard warned, stepping closer.
“Ahjussi, wait over there. I’ll take a walk with Haminnie,” Bamby said lightly, dismissing his guard with a subtle glance.
“No, let’s go straight home, Bamby Hyung,” Hamin interjected, his tone cold and clipped.
Bamby froze for a moment, caught off guard by Hamin’s tone. But almost instantly, he forced his radiant smile back into place, masking the flicker of disappointment that Hamin had already noticed.
“Alright then,” Bamby replied, his voice steady though his magenta eyes shimmered with unshed tears. “Are you tired, Haminie? We can talk on the way to your place.”
“Yes, I’m tired—tired of having to face you every single day, Hyung,” Hamin replied curtly, stepping out from the office building and into the rain.
“Yu Hamin-ssi—”
Bamby silenced the bodyguard with a knowing glance. The older man looked as though he were barely restraining himself from lashing out in defense of his young master.
“Fine. Let’s head home,” Bamby said again, his voice calm but his eyes betraying the storm within. He lifted the umbrella slightly, offering it to Hamin. “I brought this for you. It’s a cute black cat design. Would you like to use it, Haminnie?”
Hamin glanced at the umbrella before shifting his gaze back to Bamby’s shimmering magenta eyes.
“No, Hyung. It’s childish,” Hamin said flatly.
Seven Months Ago...
“Isn’t it enough that I’ve stayed by his side all this time, Father? I’ve sacrificed my youth and freedom for the child of a conglomerate family, simply because they helped us?”
“Watch your words, Yu Hamin!” his father snapped. “Our family owes them a great debt. Without their help, do you think you could have gotten this far in your education? And doesn’t Bamby adore you?”
Hamin stared at his father in disbelief. How could a debt of gratitude be turned into a shackle, binding his life so tightly?
“You’re getting engaged to him this month,” his father declared firmly.
“What? Father, stop joking. How can you decide this so quickly?”
“Didn’t you like him back in high school?”
Five Years Ago...
It was the transition between spring and summer. Hamin spent most of his lunch break playing basketball under the blazing sun with his classmates.
“Hey, look over there. Do you know him?”
Their game came to an abrupt halt as the group turned their attention to the school’s garden, where cherry blossoms were in full bloom, painting the small space with shades of pink.
“He’s a transfer student. I heard he’s a chaebol.”
“You’re gossiping?” Hamin’s question cut through their chatter, snapping his friends back to the game.
But his own curiosity got the better of him, and his gaze shifted to the garden. There, he saw someone—a boy—not just standing, but dancing. His body moved with grace, swaying, leaping, and spinning lightly, like a swan gliding on water with powerful wing strokes. Wireless headphones rested on the pink-haired boy’s head, blending seamlessly with the cherry blossoms around him.
His eyes were closed, fully immersed in the rhythm and movement of his body.
“Beautiful,” someone murmured.
“You’re right. But he’s clearly out of our league.”
“Yeah, he wouldn’t go for—wait, Yu Hamin! Where are you going?”
Hamin himself didn’t know. His feet moved on their own, his brain following suit as they led him closer to the garden. When he felt the distance was just right, and those magenta eyes finally met his, he found himself speaking before he could think.
“Are you the new student here? I’m Yu Hamin, from 1-A. And you?”
“Chae Bamby, 2-C.”
Four Years Ago...
“Hurry up and say it.”
“Stop pushing me!”
“Give him the chocolate first, then say it.”
“Shut up! I can do this myself!”
Bamby pulled off his headphones as the commotion behind him grew louder. He was copying notes into his book during what turned out to be a free period in his class.
“Hello, Sunbae.”
Standing there were three boys—no, five—who looked like they were from the school basketball team, judging by their jerseys. Among them, the tallest stepped forward and stopped a few steps away from Bamby’s desk.
Bamby recognized him instantly. They had met a year ago when Bamby had just transferred to this school. His jersey read “HAMIN,” with the number 11 emblazoned on the back.
“Sunbae, good luck with your exams. It’s not much, but here’s some chocolate for you.”
Bamby blinked, staring at his juniors in confusion. The four boys behind Hamin giggled nervously, fidgeting with their hands.
“Don’t get sick and—” Hamin said, his voice breaking Bamby’s trance, “—I hope you ace your exams.”
“Th-thank you,” Bamby stammered.
Hamin smiled softly at his senior, and Bamby couldn’t stop the heat rushing to his face. His cheeks turned bright red, drawing a quiet chuckle from Hamin.
“...So cute.”
Though barely a whisper, Bamby heard those words escape Hamin’s lips. His heart thudded wildly in his chest, refusing to settle.
Six Months Ago...
"Congratulations on your engagement."
"You two look perfect together."
"Please let us know when the wedding date is!"
Hamin smiled at the flood of well-wishes. In his left hand, he held a glass of wine; in his right, the small, delicate hand of his fiancé, Chae Bamby.
“We’re keeping it a surprise for now, so please be patient,” Bamby replied cheerfully, glancing up at Hamin with a gentle expression.
“You can keep chatting—I’ll excuse myself for a moment,” Hamin said, setting down his glass as he slipped away from the bustling engagement party.
Today marked the official engagement between him and Bamby, a momentous occasion not just for their relationship but also for the business merger between Hamin’s father’s company and the Chae Corporation.
Once outside the crowded ballroom, Hamin let out a long sigh, his carefully constructed polite smile falling away.
“Haminie, are you okay?”
The familiar voice startled him. Turning around, he saw Bamby standing at the balcony door, concern etched on his face. The pink-haired boy softly closed the glass door, separating them from the lively party inside.
Bamby bit his lip, his eyes scanning Hamin’s broad shoulders. “Do you need anything? I can get it for you.”
“I need peace, Hyung. I’m tired of all this.”
Bamby froze as Hamin turned to face him, the warmth that he had shown to the guests replaced by a piercing coldness in his gaze. The words felt like sharp icicles driving straight through Bamby’s chest.
“Does this arrangement make you happy, Hyung? A relationship forced by business interests, without any true love involved?”
“Haminie, I’m not forced. I love you with all my heart, and I’m happy,” Bamby whispered, his magenta eyes dimming. “Don’t you love me, too?”
“I don’t know,” Hamin replied flatly, his tone colder than the winter wind. “I like you, Hyung, but that doesn’t mean I love you or want this.”
“That’s okay,” Bamby said, his voice trembling but accompanied by a gentle smile. “Sometimes love doesn’t happen instantly. It can grow slowly, over time.”
Tears welled up in Bamby’s magenta eyes, shimmering under the balcony lights. Hamin sighed.
“Hyung, you’re always like this. Can you stop being so fragile and shedding tears all the time? You know I hate seeing someone cry.”
Flustered, Bamby hurriedly wiped away the tears he hadn’t realized were falling. He replaced them with a strained smile.
“I’m sorry. I won’t cry in front of you again, Haminie.”
“I want to enjoy my youth, Hyung,” Hamin said, the weight of frustration evident in his voice. “I have dreams I want to pursue—things that don’t include this.”
It wasn’t that Hamin didn’t like Bamby. He had admired him ever since the day he first saw him dancing in that cherry blossom-filled garden. But admiration wasn’t love. He had convinced himself it wasn’t, and Bamby had mistaken that admiration for something deeper.
And perhaps, in some way, Bamby had used his family’s power to get what he wanted.
Including him.
“This engagement shouldn’t have happened. I can’t keep going—”
Grab.
“—Please, don’t do this, Haminie. I’m begging you. Isn’t this beneficial for both of us?”
“This only benefits my father and his company, not me,” Hamin retorted, gently releasing Bamby’s trembling grip from his wrist. “You’ll only end up hurting yourself, Hyung, if we continue this.”
“No, please, Hamin,” Bamby cried, his tears now unstoppable. “Give it time—yes, give it a year, and then you can decide whether to continue or not. Just one year.”
Hamin wiped the tears from Bamby’s soft cheeks. His heart ached at the sight of the boy’s tear-streaked face. This wasn’t what he wanted their relationship to look like.
“Please, one year,” Bamby pleaded, his voice cracking under the weight of his emotions. “After that, you’re free to leave me, Haminie.”
The Tenth Day...
Bamby sat quietly on his luxurious bed, surrounded by the familiar opulence of his bedroom. Despite being back home for outpatient recovery, the room felt just as it had the last time he remembered it—spacious, lifeless, and suffocatingly dull.
The amenities might have rivaled a five-star hotel, but Bamby longed for something his room could never provide. He missed visiting his friends' homes, modest as they might be, where the warmth of genuine familial love filled every corner. Parents who weren’t too busy to share laughter, siblings who teased one another—it was a kind of love that felt more meaningful than anything money could buy.
It wasn’t that his parents or his brother didn’t care. They loved him deeply, just like any family would. But their busy lives left little room for togetherness, turning moments of bonding into rare luxuries.
“Pinkjjo! Spacing out again, aren’t you?”
Bamby jolted as an arm wrapped around his shoulders. A pair of bright blue eyes squinted at him teasingly. Han Noah, his brother Yejun’s boyfriend—or rather, his soon-to-be brother-in-law. That’s what Yejun had been telling him over the past few days.
Yejun had patiently filled Bamby in on everything he’d forgotten since the accident. While reluctant at first, Yejun couldn’t resist his younger brother’s pleading eyes. Slowly, the gaps in Bamby’s memory started to close. But one crucial piece of the puzzle remained untold—a piece that Bamby suspected Yejun was deliberately withholding.
“You’re really lost in thought this time,” Noah said with a bemused expression. “Woah, Pinkjjo, this isn’t like you at all. Normally, you’d be scolding me or trying to smack me by now.”
“Really?” Bamby blinked in disbelief.
“Of course!” Noah laughed. “You’re kind of scary, you know? When Yejun confessed to me, I almost turned him down because I was terrified of you.”
Bamby gaped, unsure how to respond, “Was I... really that bad?”
“Absolutely,” Noah teased, ruffling Bamby’s soft pink hair. “You okay, though?”
“I’m fine,” Bamby replied softly.
“Your head doesn’t hurt anymore?”
“No, I’m feeling much better now, Hyung.”
Noah studied him, his skepticism barely hidden. This version of Bamby—the quiet, contemplative, almost fragile Bamby—felt so foreign. It saddened Noah. He had known Bamby for years as the fiery, outspoken younger brother of his boyfriend. To see him like this, vulnerable and subdued, was unsettling.
“Noah Hyung,” Bamby’s low voice interrupted Noah’s thoughts. His magenta eyes were wide with a quiet plea. “Can you tell me about Hamin? What was he like? What’s the truth about our engagement... and what really happened to me?”
Bamby’s question hung in the air, and Noah felt the weight of those hopeful eyes.
“Hyung, I need to know. Please.”
There was something heartbreaking in the way Bamby looked at him. The same sparkling magenta eyes that once brimmed with playful confidence now carried a quiet desperation. How had Bamby—someone who seemed to have everything—ended up carrying so much pain alone?
Noah reached out, his hand returning to ruffle Bamby’s soft pink hair gently. He loved this boy as if he were his own younger brother.
How could anyone hurt him?
But there was someone.
And that someone was Yu Hamin.
Twenty-Two Days Ago...
Bamby smiled as he looked at the object in his hands. He had been playing with the crumpled paper for a while, not able to stop staring at it. He exhaled a cloud of white vapor into the cold air.
It was the middle of winter, the air crisp and biting. The sun was hidden behind clouds, leaving the world covered in a cold that stung.
But no, not for Bamby. It wasn’t too cold for him. In fact, he felt warm. How could he not, when today Hamin had invited him to dinner for the first time in their engagement. Hamin had even reserved an entire restaurant just for the two of them, for a private dinner.
His heart had never been this happy. Had Hamin finally accepted him completely? Was this the beginning of love growing between them? Just imagining it made Bamby’s heart soar. It seemed that his patience had paid off.
The sound of the restaurant door opening broke Bamby’s thoughts. His heart began to race as the person who walked through it made his way toward him.
“Haminnie.”
Hamin sat across from him without a word. His face looked tired, and his gaze was sorrowful. It was the softest look Bamby had ever seen—so gentle and calming, so characteristic of Hamin.
“Hyung, do you love me?”
Bamby froze at the question. His hand was gently taken by Hamin’s larger one. It was so warm that Bamby couldn’t help but smile, overwhelmed by happiness.
Is this heaven?
“Of course. I’ve always loved you, Haminnie.”
“If you truly love me, then what I’m about to say may help you hate me, Hyung.”
Bamby couldn’t process those words. “What?”
“Forget me, Bamby Hyung. Forget this arranged relationship.”
Hamin gripped his small hand tighter as Bamby’s smile vanished. “I can’t keep seeing you suffer like this, Hyung. I believe there’s someone out there who loves you more. Someone who deserves to be by your side and truly return your love.”
“H-Hamin—”
“Bamby Hyung, listen to me,” Hamin said, deliberately cutting off Bamby’s trembling words. He reached up to gently wipe away the tear that had fallen from Bamby’s face. “You won’t cry anymore without me. You can be happy, Hyung. I can only hurt you like this.”
Bamby’s hand trembled in Hamin’s grasp, his body temperature dropping drastically. It was so cold.
“We can still be good friends, hmm?” Hamin added, his voice soft. “Will you grant me this last request, Hyung?”
Hamin... you don’t understand, Hamin.
Bamby couldn’t find the words. He could only cry in silence. His throat was tight, and his chest felt suffocated. Only his tears fell.
Wait, Bamby had promised not to cry in front of Hamin. It would make him sad. He tried to wipe his tears, but Hamin stopped him. It was Hamin’s large fingers that wiped the tears from his cheeks and eyes.
How could Bamby let go of these warm fingers?
“Hyung, will you do this for me? Consider it my last request. We will both be free and not tied down, Hyung.”
Hamin could feel the deep sadness in Bamby’s magenta gaze. Honestly, he couldn’t bear to see it, but he had to stay strong—for Bamby’s sake. Hamin didn’t want Bamby to be used as a pawn for his father’s selfish ambitions.
“Hyung?”
“Would that make you happy, Haminnie?”
The words were so soft, Hamin almost didn’t hear them. Bamby’s head hung low, his tears falling into Hamin’s hand, still holding his.
“Yes, Hyung. It will make us both happy.”
Bamby finally looked up. His eyes were swollen and wet, though he hadn’t sobbed aloud. His cheeks were flushed from crying.
“If—if that makes you happy, I will forget you.”
Those were the words Hamin had been waiting for. The words that would free them both from an arranged relationship. But—why did his heart feel so painful and suffocating?
“Be happy, Haminnie.”
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Bamby sat motionless, his empty gaze fixed on the traffic, watching the cars move in and out of sight. In the distance, a crowd of people bustled about. What were they thinking, laughing so freely? Were they loved? Did the people they loved also love them back?
Is there such a thing as love?
Yes.
Bamby stared at the crumpled piece of paper in his hand. He carried it everywhere. It was worn and torn, and to anyone else, it was just garbage, meaningless. But to Bamby, this wasn’t just any piece of trash. He loved it more than he loved himself.
Whenever he felt nervous, Bamby would touch it. When he was afraid, he sometimes looked at it. Whenever he felt anxious, all he needed was to hold it. He wasn’t crazy, but when something holds that much meaning for you, you find solace in it.
It was the chocolate wrapper that Hamin had given him four years ago at school. He had kept it safely. Because whenever he looked at or touched it, the warm image of Hamin would appear in his mind, calming him. It reminded him that there was someone so kind who never expected anything in return.
Someone selfless.
Someone who couldn’t bear to see his tears.
Bamby’s tears fell again. He thought they had already dried up after their last meeting. He was surprised when the paper became damp from his tears. He tried to wipe them away, but the tears kept coming. No… no… he couldn’t cry. Bamby stood up and tried walking again. He didn’t know where he was going. He had been walking aimlessly, pushing through people who were laughing or joking with their partners, or just enjoying their lives.
He didn’t know where to go anymore.
Crash.
“Oh, sorry. Did I hurt you?”
Someone bumped into him—or maybe he had bumped into them. His legs, already weak, gave way, and he fell to the ground. His hands and knees scraped against the pavement. Strangely, Bamby didn’t feel the pain.
The pain in his heart hurt more than his physical wounds.
“My paper—”
Bamby froze when he realized his precious paper wasn’t in his hand anymore. His whole body tensed. “—my paper, where is it? My paper.”
“You lost something?” asked a middle-aged man, the one who had accidentally bumped into Bamby. “Kid, your hands and legs are injured.”
Bamby stood up and scanned the area around him, searching for the crumpled brown paper. He had been holding it so tightly before, but now his hands were empty. It must’ve slipped out when he fell earlier.
If that paper is lost, if it’s gone—
“Hey, kid! Where are you going? You’re hurt!”
Bamby rushed forward. There it was! His precious paper, the one Hamin gave him, the only thing he could hold onto now. If he lost it—
“HEY, WATCH OUT!”
Screech!
Crash!
—his world would disappear too.
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"What are you doing here? Is Bonggu with you?"
Hamin was momentarily startled when he heard a familiar voice greeting him from behind. He was about to leave the restaurant when his shoulder was tapped.
"Yejun Hyung? Oh, I just had dinner with Bamby Hyung," Hamin said politely.
"Where is my brother?"
"He went home earlier, Hyung," Hamin replied, slightly biting his lip. He couldn’t tell Yejun that he had just ended his relationship with his brother. "But his phone is left behind, so it seems like he hasn’t gone far. I’ll catch up with him."
There were many strange and odd thoughts in Yejun’s mind. However, the eldest son of the wealthy family pushed them aside, his anxiety about his brother’s sudden disappearance growing. Thus, the two tall men quickly began searching the area around the restaurant. Hamin had already called Bamby’s driver, but the driver said that Bamby wanted to walk around a little before heading home.
Yejun took out his phone and called someone. His unease made him forget to ask why Hamin and Bamby hadn’t returned together. It seemed strange for an engaged couple to be apart.
"Bring some bodyguards and search for my brother near XX street now," he said urgently. "Report quickly—"
"Wasn’t that dangerous?"
"He’s okay, right? He can still stand."
"His head is bleeding."
The crowd was gathered at the street corner. Hamin froze for a moment, his heart racing. Something didn’t feel right. Was there an accident? Who? And with long strides, he ran toward the crowd, parting it. His heart eased when he didn’t find what he feared. It was just a group of people standing near a stopped car.
"He’s looking for something. A plastic or paper, not sure."
"Some people were chasing him because they were worried."
"He looks dazed. Is he okay? He’s so young, poor thing."
Hamin approached the women. "Excuse me, have you seen this person around here?"
The women gasped upon seeing the image on Hamin's phone. Some of them covered their mouths in surprise.
"Th-that’s the guy who fell and got hit. The guy with pink hair!" one of the women said in a stammering voice. "He ran toward the bridge."
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Banpo Bridge, Seoul
"CHAE BONGGU!"
Yejun shouted as he saw the familiar figure of his brother walking unsteadily along the edge of the bridge. Normally, when called, his younger sibling would respond right away, but this time, his call was ignored.
"He won’t stop. His head seems injured, but he keeps looking for something," said a middle-aged man to Yejun and Hamin. "Do you know him? Please tell him to go to the hospital, he was just hit by a car and fell there."
Hamin stared at Bamby with an unreadable expression. Just a little while ago, he had seen Bamby sitting quietly in front of him, listening to what he said. But now, the pink-haired figure in front of him seemed not to be Bamby anymore. He was looking at the street below with faltering steps.
"Bamby H-hyung—"
"Bonggu! Come home—"
"Don’t come closer," Bamby said, turning to look at them. His gaze was unfocused, and his eyes were dim. "I need to find it. If you stop me, I’ll jump."
Yejun froze in his tracks. He was only a few steps away from his brother, but his steps were halted when he heard Bamby’s words.
"What are you looking for?" Yejun asked calmly, his voice blending with the cold night wind. "Let Hyung help you, Bonggu."
"It’s gone. It’s already gone."
"What are you looking for, hm? Bonggu-ya?"
Bamby looked at his brother. It seemed like he only just realized it was Yejun who had been calling him. "Yejun Hyung?"
"Yes, it’s your Hyung. Bonggu-ya, come here. Let’s go home, okay?" Yejun took a step forward and was about to reach out to Bamby when Bamby stepped back again.
"I need to find it, Hyung. It was here. I saw it earlier," Bamby ranted, looking around again. "I—I can’t lose it, Hyung. I could—die. I could die."
Hamin remained still, his brain frozen at the sight in front of him. His voice caught in his throat. His heart shattered seeing Bamby like this.
"What are you looking for, Bonggu-ya? Tell me, Hyung will help you."
"I—I don’t know. Something’s gone—I need to find it. It’s very important, Hyung. It’s already gone—hic—gone... huuuu."
Bamby cried where he stood. Everyone in front of him fell silent, witnessing the heartbreaking sight.
"I lost it. It’s gone… I—AH, THERE IT IS!"
Hamin was startled when Bamby pointed to him—not at him, but to the ground. Bamby ran toward Hamin, bypassing him just as Hamin was about to grab his hand. Bamby bent down and picked something up from the ground.
A chocolate wrapper.
"I found it. I—"
Swish
The paper flew again, slipping from Bamby’s hand. The wind was so strong, and the paper soared high, caught by the gusts. Bamby’s tears flowed freely, watching his precious item float away.
Far.
And blown toward the wide Han River. Disappearing.
Not seen.
Tap
"BONGGU!"
"BAMBY HYUNG!"
Splash
Several shouts and screams were heard as the body plunged into the dark Han River. The world seemed to stop for a moment, and everything fell silent. Yejun froze in his place as his brother’s body was no longer visible there.
"Bonggu—HAMIN-AH!"
There was no time for Yejun to pull Hamin back. The tall man removed his coat and jumped into the river, following Bamby.
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"Call the paramedics! We need paramedics!"
The crowd grew larger as Hamin—somehow—managed to reach Bamby’s body and pull it to the shore. Yejun was the first to reach the limp body and lay it on the grass.
“He’s not breathing!”
Hamin quickly opened Bamby’s coat and unbuttoned his shirt. He placed both hands on Bamby’s chest and started pumping with the right pressure. He opened Bamby’s mouth and forced air into it. His dark greenish eyes were clouded as the figure in front of him remained still.
“Hyung! Come on, breathe!”
Ignoring his drenched body, Hamin continued performing CPR. But the body remained motionless. After about five pumps, water leaked out from Bamby’s mouth, causing the young man with pink hair to cough violently. He spat out a lot of water from his mouth and nose. Hamin and Yejun sat him up, trying to revive him.
“Bonggu! Bonggu, wake up.”
Bamby opened his eyes—just a little. He stared at the people around him. His head throbbed, and his body shivered.
“Hyung~”
That weak utterance made Yejun shed the tears that had been held back. He pulled his younger sibling into his arms.
“Hyung~ It hurts~”
Yejun’s heart sank. “Where does it hurt, Bonggu? Hang in there, we’re going to the hospital. Don’t close your eyes, okay?”
“It hurts so much.”
Hamin’s tears fell as he watched the scene. He was still supporting Bamby’s head in his hands. Was this because of him? Was this because of his request?
“Bamby Hyung—”
Yejun slapped Hamin’s hand away from Bamby’s face. The force was so strong that anyone around could hear the slap. His dark blue eyes pierced through Hamin.
“Hyung…”
“Hyung’s here, Bonggu. Don’t close your eyes.”
“Hyung, I lost him, Hyung. I lost him~ My happiness... my sadness... How do I live without him? I’d be better off dead—”
“NO! No, Bonggu! No! You’ll be okay. You’ll be okay.”
Hamin sobbed as he saw and heard that. His heart shattered seeing Bamby’s tears falling onto his hand. So much that it felt warm.
Hamin was startled when his hand felt warm. He lifted Bamby’s head slightly and his eyes widened when he saw blood leaking from the back of Bamby’s pink hair, pooling in his hand.
“BAMBY HYUNG!”
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SLAP!
The slap was so hard that everyone around turned to look. Hamin shut his eyes as the collar of his shirt was yanked.
“What have you done, Yu Hamin?!” Yejun shouted, not caring about the looks from the people in the hospital corridor. “If anything happens to Bonggu, I swear I will kill you.”
Hamin stayed silent, not resisting. His mind was too preoccupied thinking about Bamby’s condition.
“You broke off the engagement? Good.” Yejun continued, not loosening his grip. “After Bonggu arranged everything so that you and your family could stay afloat, and now what have you done?”
Hamin refocused. Yejun’s words were ringing in his ears. There was so much he couldn’t comprehend.
“What?”
Yejun harshly released his grip. His eyes were wet and full of tears.
“Do you know that Bonggu helped you get into University A with a recommendation from our company?” Yejun said quietly. His tears flowed. “Do you know that your father’s company is in deep trouble and your father is at risk of being ousted by his own board of directors? Do you know how your father’s company will be acquired by an outside party? Do you know why this engagement happened, Hamin-ah?”
Hamin remained silent as he listened. What was he hearing?
“Bonggu was the one who asked our company to merge with your father’s so that outsiders couldn’t acquire it. Bonggu knew that if outsiders succeeded, you and your family would be finished. Your careers would be over. And why this engagement happened, because Bonggu thought that if you became part of our family, no one would be able to threaten yours.”
Yejun stared intensely at the tall young man who was now swaying in place. He had held back the secret that Bonggu wanted him to keep for his entire life for long enough.
“He was so happy when you paid him small attentions when you were still in school. Always excited to talk about you.” Yejun continued. “Bonggu always said that you were selfless, that you helped without expecting anything in return. Your small acts of kindness were repaid in extraordinary ways, Yu Hamin. But—what did you do?”
Hamin collapsed, his legs weak, unable to stand. His wet body shivered.
“What did you do to my brother? You broke his heart. You destroyed what you started from the very beginning. If you didn’t intend to be part of our lives, why did you seek his attention in the first place? You knew that Bonggu would always repay even the smallest kindness with a great kindness? So great that it would move you. But—”
Yejun couldn’t continue his words. His breath was heavy. The anger and hatred he felt toward the man in front of him soared.
“Now go, leave our lives and never appear in front of Bonggu again.”
“No—no, Yejun Hyung, please!”
Yejun slapped his hand away.
“I—am guilty. I’m sorry. I’m guilty~”
Hamin broke down in tears. He was disgusted with himself, always thinking that Bamby was using his power to get him, but today he understood—that without Bamby, his life and his family would have been destroyed long ago.
“I’ll make up for it, Hyung. I’ll apologize—”
“Not even kneeling for the rest of your life will be enough to apologize to Bonggu.”
“I’ll do anything—anything, Hyung. I’ll pay for it. I’ll pay for everything Bamby Hyung has done. Please give me one more chance.”
Hamin wanted to kill himself right then. He hated all of his foolishness. How could he have misjudged sincerity and thought it was selfishness?
“I’ll give you eleven days,” Yejun said finally. “Eleven days since Bonggu woke up, you have to disappear from his life.”
The Eleventh Day...
'Haminnie, I made you this paper crane. They say if you make a thousand, any wish you make will come true.'
Hamin held the paper crane in his trembling hands. Its wings were damp from his own tears.
'I hope you will always find happiness in your life, Haminnie.'
A sob escaped Hamin as he sat there. He ignored the curious stares of passersby. This crane, one of many Bamby had made years ago as a birthday gift, was his only anchor now. He held onto it as if it were his lifeline. Beside him, a box contained around a hundred other cranes.
'This is only 120 so far. I'll finish them before your birthday.'
'Why do you waste time on such things, Hyung? Stop it.'
Hamin could still see Bamby’s disappointed face vividly in his mind. How could he have crushed that smile so carelessly?
'You’re crueler than any devil, Hamin.'
Hamin wept harder. Yejun was right. He was more heartless than the cruelest being to have ever existed.
"Attention, passengers on flight XX to New York, please proceed to gate 9. Boarding will commence shortly..."
The announcement jolted Hamin out of his thoughts. This was the deadline. The eleventh day had arrived, and Bamby still hadn't regained his memories. Hamin was grateful—relieved even. He hoped Bamby would never remember. He didn't deserve to exist even as a shadow in Bamby's life.
His Bamby Hyung.
His first love.
Hamin’s mind replayed it all. How his feet had moved without thought the first time he saw Bamby in the school garden. How Bamby’s magenta eyes sparkled every time they met his gaze. The gentle, radiant smile that came with the smallest gestures of kindness he had shown.
And the pain… The tears that stained those delicate cheeks. The trembling of small hands when he uttered words of farewell. The faint, sorrowful smile Bamby wore every time Hamin shattered his angelic heart with harsh words or cruel actions.
How could he leave such deep scars on someone who had carried so much alone?
Hamin wanted to kneel and grasp those hands, to pour out his heart in gratitude and apology. To thank Bamby for everything he had done—for saving Hamin and his family from ruin. To beg forgiveness for every wound he had inflicted.
He deserved Bamby’s hatred. A lifetime of it. For denying his love and letting his pride lead him astray.
The line of passengers dwindled. Hamin rose, clutching his bag and the box of paper cranes. They were all he had left of Bamby—his only keepsake.
"This way, sir," a flight attendant directed.
Hamin sighed deeply and stepped toward the gate.
It was over.
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Thud!
"Young master!"
"Young man, are you okay?"
Bamby staggered but quickly got up, ignoring the burning pain in his ankle. The moment Noah told him that Hamin was leaving for New York, Bamby had rushed out without hesitation.
He couldn’t lose Hamin again—not this time.
Barefoot and exhausted, Bamby pushed past concerned strangers. Behind him, his bodyguard tried to follow, but Bamby refused to stop. His love for Hamin burned brighter than his pain.
Let the world object, let Yejun try to stop him—none of it mattered. Bamby’s heart held a stubborn belief. Love, no matter how fragile, could endure. And patience would prevail, even if it meant falling and breaking a thousand times.
'Bamby Hyung, may I call you that?'
'Your name suits you. Like a gentle, graceful fawn, strong yet tender in its steps.'
'Hyung, if life ever becomes too heavy, promise me you'll endure. Like those fawns, I know you'll make it through.'
Tears blurred Bamby’s vision, but he pressed on. His magenta eyes searched desperately among the sea of faces.
Where was he?
Had he already gone?
Tears spilled freely down Bamby’s cheeks as he muttered under his breath.
God, please...
He is my everything...
My happiness...
My sorrow...
If it all disappears, it's like I would also disappears.
And then—
Among the sea of people, Bamby saw him—the broad shoulders he had always longed for.
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"HAMIN-AH!"
The voice was unmistakable, reaching Hamin as if time itself had slowed. His bag slipped from his hand as he turned, his wide eyes locking onto the figure standing breathless behind him.
"B-Bamby Hyu—"
"HAMIN-AH!"
Bare feet pounded against the tiled floor as Bamby sprinted toward him, weaving through the crowd until—
Tap.
He stopped just a few steps away, panting heavily. The box of paper cranes tumbled from Hamin’s grasp, scattering around his feet.
"Don’t go."
Hamin stared, frozen, as tears streamed down Bamby’s face. His own tears fell in tandem.
"Haminnie, I remember everything." Bamby took a shaky breath, wiping his damp forehead. "May I... may I hug you?"
Grep.
Without a word, Hamin surged forward, pulling Bamby into his arms. The warmth, the softness—it was overwhelming. Tears cascaded down his cheeks as Bamby’s arms wrapped around him, patting his back in reassurance.
"Bamby Hyung—I'm so sorry."
"I’m at fault too, Haminnie. For not telling you the truth."
Hamin buried his face in Bamby’s shoulder, the weight of his guilt suffocating him. How could someone so small bear so much?
When Bamby pulled away, he gasped at Hamin’s tear-streaked face. His heart shattered at the sight. He cupped Hamin’s trembling hands, holding them tight.
"Don’t leave me. Please."
Hamin lifted Bamby’s hands to his lips, kissing them tenderly. He couldn’t speak. His legs gave out, and he fell to his knees. Bamby knelt beside him.
"Hyung—"
"You’re forgiven, Haminnie. Always."
Hamin's tears burst forth at those words. He knew he didn’t deserve such grace, but he also knew he couldn’t leave Bamby again—not this time. At last, his feelings were crystal clear. What he had always misinterpreted, what he had always doubted, now made perfect sense.
It was love.
A love that would run deep—deeper than anything he had ever felt.
Bamby pulled Hamin’s trembling, larger frame back into his embrace. Whatever had happened in a past life, Bamby was certain that he had made a promise to himself: to love Hamin, no matter what.
"I will love you, Hyung," Hamin finally said. His voice cracked as tears streamed down his face, seeing the one who had endured so much pain because of him.
Bamby's tears fell too. Hearing those long-awaited words, the ones he had silently yearned for, filled his heart.
His love was finally returned.
Bamby cupped Hamin's face gently, pulling him close, and kissed his trembling lips. In that kiss, he poured all the warmth and boundless love he had carried for so long. And Hamin, too, let his tears flow freely in their shared kiss—a kiss brimming with a love so vast and profound.
This time, Hamin vowed he would repay all the love that Bamby had so selflessly showered upon him.
He would return it with an even greater love. Deeper. Bigger. Stronger. More enduring than anything else in his life.
Hamin made a promise to himself.
Bamby Hyung, you will be loved endlessly. For all the kindness and patience you've shown. For all the pain and disappointment you've endured. For all the burdens you've carried alone. For the boundless love you've given me, time and time again.
A love so simple yet deeply meaningful.
I will return your love, Hyung—over and over again. I’ll make sure it overflows until you never feel even the slightest bit lacking.
I love you. And I will keep loving you. Forever.
Until the end of time.
Fin.
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