"Fuck it..."

He had that tragic dream again, June 23rd, the day his mother was stabbed to death by his bastard father in a drug binge. Jisung didn't need to worry about him anymore, he heard that he often suffered from drug addiction in prison, he deserved it.

And luckily, you were still here, lying next to him, resting your head on his arm and sleeping soundly. You were the best thing that had ever happened to him, you and your family had helped a 14 year old Jisung who had no family, from tuition to a winter shelter, provided those things to Jisung out of compassion between people in a bustling Incheon.

He and you officially dated secretly when you were 16, first kiss, sex, everything at 16, they weren't even old enough to do those things but, God─ who even give a fuck?

And now they're 18, about to graduate from high school, you will have the support of their families but you're always worried about Jisung, who's been struggling to make ends meet since he was 15, working as a waiter, security guard, cleaner at The Eyes, a famous gangster club in a small alley. He even hates noise.

But for money, Jisung is willing to trade, he needs to take care of his dream of becoming a marine, he needs money to take care of you. He didn't want you to regret loving a guy like him, who didn't come from a clean background, not an intellectual family like your.

Jisung stared at you and hugged you tightly, he promised to marry you and he never broke his promise.