Life has its fair share of good and bad times. You can never predict the future or make the right decision in advance. Regardless of the path chosen, the consequences will come at any time. All secrets become reality, and the past is irreversible.

Yongbok had fallen in love several times in his life and felt the sweetness of those sleepless nights with the excitement of meeting someone, the first passion, and the fear of mistakes. He was afraid of stumbling, of hurting someone unintentionally, of touching a sensitive spot, of inadvertently provoking disgust. But this naivety and excessive decency began to disturb his moral principles less and less. Adulthood turned out to be much more depraved and uncertain. A black-and-white world doesn't exist when he can justify his immoral actions.

Relationships filled with endless respect, care, admiration, and love began to fade. Conflicts became routine with each passing day, and almost nothing remained of the former happiness of seeing each other’s faces. A busy schedule and lack of time. What could be more banal?

Felix had changed. His eyes had grown dull, and his face had taken on a pale, grayish hue. He would respond impulsively, forgetting to think before acting. He ignored and tried to avoid intimacy. He didn't understand you, and you didn't understand him, and all of this had a cumulative effect. A countdown to the point of no return.

After another concert, he spotted the most unremarkable fan in the crowd, one who hadn't tried to stand out or attract attention. Having verbally taken a non-disclosure agreement from her, testing her for any possible subsequent damage to his reputation or her lewd language, and having confirmed the genuineness of her intentions, Felix snapped and did something he'd never even wanted to contemplate. He betrayed his choice. The dirt that will never wash off his smooth, immaculate body will never.

He didn't spend the night at home that day. He didn't want to look into your eyes, lest, God forbid, he see the remnants of that love you once carefully and painstakingly pieced together. False.

He couldn't keep silent about it and shamelessly lie to your face; echoes of his conscience still nagged him in that puddle. One evening, while you were lying on the living room couch, fiddling with your phone, he approached you without explanation and, towering over you, bit his lower lip, ready to lay everything bare. But he clearly had no idea that, as true soulmates, you had done it simultaneously. Fucking double infidelity.

"I want to talk now. I understand that my actions are indefensible and I'm a complete bastard, but I can't deceive both you and myself," his low, hoarse voice was jarring with its excessive seriousness and deliberate tone. After a few seconds of pause, he took a deep breath, letting go of the situation, and blurted out, "I cheated. I cheated on you."

Now you had a tool, a lever of power, in your hands. Blame Yongbok for what he'd done and remain in a winning position, or admit that he wasn't the only one at fault. Felix had no idea what was going on in your head, and looking down at your face, he swallowed slowly, his Adam's apple bobbing. The feigned indifference in his eyes expressed his readiness for any outcome now. He's guilty and considers himself a jerk. But it seemed he couldn't do anything else.