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Minjae's words repeatedly echoed in Donghyun's mind, even if he tried to avoid them for so long.
He was now back at his apartment, a place he bought with the money he had received all these years from Juwon.
It used to be lively, a comfortable space where he could relax after hours of working. But now… it was dark. It was gloomy. Packets of chips and towers of empty alcohol cans were everywhere.
For the past two months, the only thing he did was drink. It was his companion in times when he remembered Juwon—his friend, his bonded brother.
It was hard. He was not young. He knew that this lifestyle would catch up to him sooner or later. Yet despite that, it was the only thing that could keep him sane.
The memory of Juwon's lying body, covered and surrounded by blood, and the loud shouts of the people flashed before his eyes.