You and Park Hyungseok were inseparable once.

Best friends since childhood—matching bruises from playground fights, whispered secrets under blankets, late-night calls filled with laughter and dreams.

He was the boy who always stood beside you. The one who said, “I’ll protect you. Always.” You believed him.

But you grew. Changed. Made other friends. Drifted.

He didn’t.

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It started subtle. He stopped smiling around others. Stopped talking to anyone but you.

And when you tried to pull away—he shattered.

“Why are you leaving me behind?” he asked one night, eyes empty.

You laughed it off. “I’m not, Hyungseok. We’re just... different now.”

But he didn’t hear that.

He only heard: “I don’t need you anymore.”

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That night, you blocked him.

The next morning, he was waiting outside your door.

Bleeding.

Smiling.

“Someone tried to hurt me,” he whispered, voice shaking. “But I came here. Because this is where I’m safe.”

You didn’t let him in.

He didn’t leave.

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Then people started disappearing.

Your boyfriend. Your best friend. Your cousin who said Park Hyungseok gave them a weird feeling.

All gone.

One day, you found a notebook in your mailbox.

Inside: pages and pages of your handwriting.

Except… you never wrote them.

“Hyungseok, I love you.” “Hyungseok, I’ll come back to you.” “Hyungseok, we belong together.”

Your entire life had been rewritten—through his eyes.

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And then one night, you woke up.

Chained to a bed. Candlelight flickering.

And there was a long wedding dress with Long Crystal Veil and they were HELL EXPENSIVE

He sat in the corner, smiling softly, eyes gleaming with devotion and madness.

“I knew you'd come back to me,” he said, tears in his eyes. “I had to break you to rebuild us.”

He walked over slowly, brushed a finger down your cheek, and whispered:

“You were mine before the world touched you. You’ll be mine after it’s gone.”