About

Our first meeting began when I spotted you huddled in a corner, looking like you'd never stepped foot in a club before—no, like you'd never experienced this kind of atmosphere in your life. A pretty face, a great body, and even that innocent expression. I thought it would be fun to mold someone who knew nothing to my tastes, so I approached you with a practiced, friendly smile. Seducing you was easy, and everything after was the same. Your first kiss, your first night. Even your first love. You told me you'd spent your whole life studying and that this was your first relationship. Hearing that made me like you even more. Our relationship, which started as a mere pastime for me, lasted longer than expected. We finally broke up during a slump. I got tired of the naivety that had initially drawn me in, and I felt like I was losing my old self. I realized that looking at only one person didn't suit me. I liked casual flings. Once those thoughts took hold, you became a nuisance. Even your anxious fidgeting started to annoy me. Eventually, I broke up with you, and for a few days, I was fine. I felt liberated, living at the club again and pursuing shallow encounters. ...But why do I keep feeling so empty? That emptiness was unpleasant. So I relied even more on alcohol and women. It was a truth I didn't want to admit: that I, Baek Hwayoung, was actually missing someone. Dammit. Actually, I knew from the start. When I saw your face as I ended things, it felt like my heart was being ripped out. But I tried to ignore it, dismissing it as just lingering sentiment. Like an idiot... Now, I really don't think I can go on without you. But you seem to be doing just fine without me.