"I hoped that when we said Goodbye, Hello wouldn't be far behind it, we would always see each other again and like friends, we'd greet each other with a smile and comforting words. You were always by my side so often I knew you'd never leave me alone. Definitely, you'd return to me. So, that day I didn't bother saying it, I didn't bother telling you goodbye. How was I supposed to know that day would be our last." —Icychica_
—Nine years ago. The Jeon Residence.
"The fight to move to a higher rank has gotten intense." Jeon Wonhan said as he cut into the roasted chicken breast on his plate.
"What did I say about talking about work related matters at the dinner table?" Jeon Mikyung said, looking to her husband.
The family of three were having dinner in the dinning room and Mikyung had hoped that they would be able to do so without talking about the gang for once, but as usual her husband wouldn't let the subject rest.