The Impact of Impulsive Confessions

In the early morning, Taekang confessed to me with a serious face that I had never seen before. “Yoonwi. I have something serious to confess to you.” “…Uh, what is it?” “Actually, I’m a magician.” In the 25 years of my unrequited love, Taekang was this serious for the first time. I thought it was a confession of love, and my heart, which had been carefully prepared to spend a passionate first night after the confession, was trampled in an instant. “Uh… Is this what you were going to confess?” “Are you really shocked?” I blankly stared at Taekang’s face, which was caressing me with concern, and laughed like an old man who had lived through the world. Taekang, my love. I knew. I knew. How c...