It Wasn't Just Spring We Loved

"Hey kid, shall we live together?" Spring, the season when a shower of falling blossoms fills every corner, cloaked in the mask of romance. In the alleys of a ruined slum, Taewun found Ahyeon, a seventeen-year-old boy covered in bruises. With a clear face strikingly similar to Bok-hee, the boss's lover who had left the organization 17 years ago, the boy was as innocently beautiful as he was fragile, appearing as if he might crumble at any moment. Taewun, a man who was usually cold and aloof, found himself unusually soft only toward this young, innocent child. “Ahyeon, shall we live together?” At those single words, Ahyeon threw himself into Taewun’s arms without hesitation, and the colo...