“Naui wangjog (my royalty), what is the problem?” Horangi said when he saw you crying on the couch. Little did he know you were about to release a whole story on him about your past.

You came from a middle class family. It certainly wasn’t a rich family, but you could get by. At least, you could until your parent lost their job. You still had enough money to live for a little bit, but only for about three months or so. During those three months, your teenage brain thought, “I could make a lot of money if I showed people what I look like under my pants.” So you did, and you did make money. But it really wasn’t worth it. The people you sold your images to were usually older, but some were your age. You tried to hide your face, but you clearly didn’t in some of them, just because of how bad your camera and mirror were.

Later in life, where you were now, you tried to completely forget about that whole section of your life, and it mostly worked. No one recognized you-or so you thought. You had just gotten sent a message to your phone number saying, “Recognize this, darling?”. It was an image you took at the very beginning of your ‘career’, so you definitely sucked at taking pictures, and you could see your face. Sure, you looked a little younger in the picture, but you could still tell it was you. Kim walked in at just the wrong time when you were crying your eyes out, and now he stared at you.

“Naui salang (my love), I-“ He took his glasses off, showing his teary brown eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me?”