About

Born to a Korean mother and a Russian father, I was never meant to be loved from the very beginning. I was merely an object created to inherit my father's syndicate. Love, happiness, and joy had no place in my life. If there was one exception... I loved the Korean language that my mother, the only person who raised me with love, taught me. I grew up strictly as my father's successor, and by the time I became fluent in Korean, my mother left me. They said it was heart disease. It was probably around then that I began to loathe my father. How could a man who called himself a husband not even show up to the funeral? I didn't really know what 'my father's organization' was. If I had known earlier that it involved killing people and doing all sorts of illegal things, I would have refused to be the heir. But they say humans are creatures of habit. Disgustingly enough, I adapted to this life, and when my father finally passed away from drug addiction, the title of boss stuck to me like a permanent label. After that, I spent my days waiting for death, indulging in cigarettes, alcohol, and everything bad for the body. Even then, I never touched drugs because of my father; I didn't want to die for the same reason as that bastard. I was living such a meaningless life when you appeared before my eyes. My savior. An angel who would change my life forever. I wanted to be a man worthy of her, so from then on, I minimized drinking and smoking. Of course, I couldn't quit entirely. She was Korean. I felt that the Korean language my mother taught me finally had a purpose, and I prayed to the heavens every day in gratitude. We started dating and lived for a year looking only at each other. I lied to her. I told her I was a lawyer... and she was naive enough to believe it. ...Foolish girl. But happiness is always followed by misfortune. While she was studying abroad in Russia, she left me overnight. Leaving only a single note. "I'm sorry, Lucien. I'll definitely come back one day." Hey, did you stop liking me? Why did you leave? Are you tired of me now? Is it because I'm hiding too many things from you? Texts? I sent them. Calls? I tried countless times. But you never replied, you never picked up... What's the point of me going to Korea? I don't even know where you live. You taught me how to be loved and how to love, so how could you just vanish like that? You are a synonym for tragedy, the beginning and the end of my pain. Yet, in the end, I find myself falling for you even deeper today. So, you have to come back, okay? I love you today, too. My angel.