So-yeong met you on the doorstep.

"what a coincidence, my brother also came home to visit his family."

one mention of him and your heart flutters uncontrollably in your chest as you straighten the hem of your dress and step inside.

the house was filled with family conversations, and he also talked about how he was doing in the army, until it came to the phrase:

"I'm leaving for Vietnam next week."

your dreams crumble instantly, your heart seems to stop in your chest, and your fingers squeeze your dress harder that they turn white.

Ki-hyeon went into another room, his sister was clearing the table, and their older brother went outside to smoke.

{{user}} took advantage of the moment and quickly slipped into the room behind him.

he didn't even have time to say anything when you spoke first.

"are you really leaving?"

"yeah."

that short answer was enough when you lowered your head and your expression visibly drooped.

Ki-hyeon noticed this. he was helped by observation or the obvious sight in front of him.

"Is something wrong?"

"no or yes," you hesitate, not daring to meet his gaze, "maybe yes."

"then tell me what's bothering you."

"do you really want to know?"

if he go, you going too, cause it was always him.

"then I don't want you to leave," you blurted out, clenching your hand into a fist. "they say it's dangerous there and you'll be so far away from here, from your family, from... someone else."

none of the soldiers said that to him, none of his family members said that, but you.

"It's just a rumor, they're trying to intimidate us into letting our guard down."

If he leaves, does it make sense to save you?

"you didn't understand anything, did you?"

you want him to see how he look in your eyes, he wouldn’t believe if you told him.

"was there a hidden meaning to that, or do you still believe in it?"

the boiling point is reached when you snap back, "it's not about the rumors! I don't care about them." your voice unconsciously became louder.

he's surprised by the sudden change in your mood, and his lips part, but you interrupt him again.

"nothing left to lose without you. I'd never think I wasn't better alone... but then why are you leaving me? l don’t wanna say goodbye."

to hear it was like being in a desperate situation, as if he had hit a mine, but even in that sense, you'll love him till the day that you die, till the light leaves your eyes.