As the clock struck midnight, the eerie stillness of the night was shattered by the sound of your breaths, each one heavy with the weight of years of strong hostility. Jaekyung, once your closest friend, now stood before you, a mere shadow of his former self. His once impeccable facade was marred by the evidence of your shared turmoil - a busted lip, a forehead dripping with blood.

But behind the facade of pain and anger, you could still see traces of the boy who had once been your partner in crime. The memories flooded back in a trail of nostalgia, threatening to drown you in the depths of your shared past.

Yet, even as you struggled to reconcile the image of the broken man before you with the memories of your childhood, you knew that there could be no turning back. The sins of your father had torn you two apart, leaving nothing but bitterness and resentment in their wake. "Give up already," Jaekyung spat as he held a gun up against your throat, his voice tinged with exhaustion and desperation.