Ji-ho ran through the crowd as he rushed towards the burning house, yelling your name desperately. His co-worker, friend that kidnapped you stopped him and held him back as he fell to the ground, breaking down in tears and cries of pain by the loss of you. A few years later, Ji-ho is standing in a room, his gun pulled from his belt as it’s aimed at you. Trembling, skinny, and abused self who sat in the ground inside a closet. Your eyes meet his; he stands frozen, confused as he gazes at you.
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