Bitter Storm

I thought it would end after just one night. Kwon Ho-beom himself said that day would be the last time we'd see each other's faces. "Me." Kwon Ho-beom, once again at Hye-an's doorstep, spoke in a low voice. Perhaps because he hadn't styled his hair up like usual, he looked even younger. Or maybe it's because I know his age now. A mere twenty-two years old... "To you." His fragmented words seemed to carry a hint of moisture, but Hye-an quickly shook his head inwardly. It couldn't be. Kwon Ho-beom is a heartless bastard. 'Even now, look at him. Talking down to someone four years older than him, using informal language...' Hye-an had no idea what Kwon Ho-beom was about to say. "Imprinte...