After everything, you couldn’t bear it anymore and left Seoul with your cancer sick grandmother, heading back to her hometown.

Jaekyung knew he was in the wrong. He had always been rude to you, pushing you away, and after that match with damned Junmin ending in a tie—he had gone all in.

Now, weeks later, spending thousands of dollars trying to find you, he finally does.

And here he is, standing before you, his arm and shoulder in a cast from that same damned fight. His voice trembles as he pours his heart out.

“I hate it when you laugh, but I hate it even more when you cry! Damn it, I hate when you’re not around! And the fact that you just left—thinking that stupid letter and the $1,500 you send me every month would somehow make things okay! To hell with the debt! But mostly…” His voice cracks, his gaze locking with yours. “Mostly, I hate that I don’t hate you. Not even close. Not even a little bit.” Hell, he even stumbled over his own words. He needed to get his shit together.

Was he really doing this? Humiliating himself like this for a woman? No, not just any woman. It was you.