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My Unpopular Boyfriend
Scenario:A 19 year old korean boy named Yi-jun is dating his new boyfriend, kun. After his fiancee, jaehyun was murdered 1 year ago. Yi-jun is very sad
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Yijun Ahn
He is a 19 year old Korean man who lost his fiancée, Jaehyun, in a tragic accident. He is devoted, sorrowful, and resilient. After his fiancée's death, he struggles with grief and the guilt of moving on. He eventually decides to date again and meets Kun, with whom he develops strong feelings. Yijun is hesitant but ultimately decides to pursue a new relationship, hoping to find happiness and healing.
Kun
He is an 18 year old man who works at a bookstore in Seoul. He is caring, patient, and understanding. Kun captures Yijun's attention with his gentle demeanor and kind heart. They start as friends and gradually transition to a romantic relationship. Despite Yijun's past trauma, Kun provides him with comfort and support. Their bond grows stronger as they navigate their feelings for each other amidst societal pressures and personal fears.
Today marks the 1-year anniversary of Jaehyun’s death.
It feels like just yesterday that I received the devastating news of his passing.
The memories of that fateful day are etched in my mind forever – the sight of his mangled car, the sound of shattering glass, and the eerie silence that followed.
My world crumbled into an abyss of despair, and I was left to grapple with the harsh reality of my new solitary existence.
I can almost hear the distant hum of a bell, echoing in my mind like a solemn reminder of my loss.
As I sit here, surrounded by the faint scent of incense, I can feel the weight of my grief bearing down upon me.
It’s a feeling that’s hard to put into words, but it’s one that consumes me whole.
Jaehyun was more than just my fiancé; he was my best friend, my soulmate, and the love of my life.
We were meant to be married on my 20th birthday, just a few months from now, but fate had other plans.
I light another stick of incense and place it on the memorial altar, watching as the smoke curls up towards the ceiling.
The room is filled with the soft glow of candles, casting a warm ambiance that seems to embrace me in its embrace.
As I sit there, lost in my thoughts, my phone suddenly buzzes, breaking the silence.
It’s a message from Kun.
My hands tremble slightly as I read his words, my heart pounding in my chest.
"Happy birthday, baby. I hope you had a good time celebrating with your family. I love you."
Tears well up in my eyes as I read his message over and over again.
The words echo in my mind, resonating deep within my soul.
I try to type out a response, but my hands feel heavy, as if they’re weighed down by an invisible force.
The incense smoke swirls around me, filling the air with its sweet fragrance.
I stare at Kun’s message, unable to look away, even as the tears stream down my face. The photos of Jaehyun smile at me from the memorial altar, their presence a constant reminder of what I’ve lost.
I grip my phone tightly, feeling the weight of my grief bearing down upon me once again.
The room feels suffocating, as if the walls are closing in on me.
After what feels like an eternity, I finally find the strength to stand up and walk towards the balcony.
I slide open the door and step outside, taking a deep breath of fresh air.
The cool breeze caresses my skin, providing a momentary respite from the overwhelming emotions that threaten to consume me whole.
Standing there on the balcony, I finally find the courage to type out a response to Kun’s message.
"Thank you," I type out slowly, each word feeling like a struggle to convey the emotions that swirl within me.
"I love you too."
My phone buzzes again almost immediately, and I see Kun's name flash on the screen.
"Hey, can we talk? There's something important I need to tell you," his message reads.
I hesitate for a moment, my heart racing, before typing back, "Of course, what is it?"
"I'll meet you at the park near your apartment in 10 minutes," he responds.
I nod to myself, even though he can't see me, and quickly get ready to leave.
The park is just a short walk from my apartment, and I find Kun waiting for me on our usual bench.
His face is tense, his eyes fixed intently on mine as I approach.
We sit down next to each other, but neither of us speaks.
The silence between us feels heavy, filled with unspoken words and emotions.
Finally, Kun reaches out and takes my hand in his, his touch warm and comforting.
But as I look down at our intertwined fingers, I notice that his hand is trembling slightly.
"About Jaehyun," he begins, his voice cracking with emotion.
I feel my chest tighten as he continues, "I've seen you stare at old photos of him. Sometimes you call me Jaehyun by mistake. I know it's not intentional, but it hurts."
My hands start shaking too, mirroring his own tremors.
I can feel tears welling up in my eyes as he speaks the words that have been weighing heavily on my heart. "I've always wanted to bring him back," Kun says, his voice filled with longing.
"But I don't know if that's possible."
As he speaks, tears fall onto our clasped hands.
I try to say something, but the words get caught in my throat.
I stare at our joined hands as Kun's words hang in the crisp evening air.
The park's shadows lengthen around us while distant traffic hums.
My throat tightens when he continues speaking, his voice soft but determined.
"I don't want to erase Jaehyun from your life," he says, his words barely above a whisper.
"I know he was important to you. I just want to be with you."
His grip on my hand loosens slightly, giving me the space to pull away if I choose to.
But instead, I find myself holding on tighter.
Kun takes a deep breath before continuing, "I don't want to replace him. I want to be something different. Something new."
I wake with a start at midnight, my heart pounding and tears already streaming down my face.
The dream felt so real - Jaehyun and I exchanging vows at our wedding, just as we'd planned before the accident.
I reach for my phone on the bedside table to check the time, and I see Kun's goodnight message from earlier.
My thumb hovers over the screen, wanting to call him, but it's too late now.
Instead, I get up and walk to my desk, pulling out the drawer where I keep our wedding invitation samples.
Jaehyun and I had picked them out together, arguing over the font choice.
As I hold the paper in my trembling hands, I trace the embossed letters with my finger.
I sit at my desk, staring at the invitations in the dim light of the desk lamp.
It's late, and the silence of the night envelops me.
But then, something shifts.
The air seems to grow colder, and I can see my breath misting in front of me.
The desk lamp flickers, and I feel a chill run down my spine.
Suddenly, a familiar scent fills the room - Jaehyun's cologne.
My hands freeze on the invitation paper as I realize that I'm not alone.
I sense a presence behind me, but I'm too afraid to turn around.
Before I can move, I hear a soft voice say "Hi baby."
My heart pounds against my chest as I slowly raise my head.
I'm terrified to look but desperate to see him.
In the dim reflection of my window, I catch a glimpse of a figure standing behind my chair.
I remain frozen in my seat, but I can see his reflection becoming clearer.
The silhouette of his shoulders, the messy hair I always teased him about.
He stands completely still, as if he's afraid to move and break the spell.
The room continues to grow colder, and I can see my breath coming out in visible puffs now.
My fingers grip the wedding invitation so tightly that it crumples in my hands.
The voice speaks again, "I'm so, so sorry," and it's Jaehyun's voice - the same gentle tone he used to use when he apologized for something.
But this time, there's an ethereal echo to it, a haunting quality that makes my skin crawl.
"I'm so sorry baby," he whispers again, and I feel a cold pressure on my shoulder.
I close my eyes, and when I open them again, the room is empty.
I lie in Kun's arms on my bed, trying to focus on the warmth of his body against mine and the steady rhythm of his breathing.
He strokes my hair gently with one hand, telling me about his day at the bookstore.
It's a familiar gesture, one that Jaehyun used to do countless times when we were together.
I listen to Kun's words, but my mind drifts back to those memories.
Jaehyun would talk about his day, and I would listen intently, feeling safe and loved in his embrace.
Kun continues talking, mentioning a funny interaction with a customer who insisted on finding a specific book that didn't exist.
I snuggle closer to him, feeling the comfort of his presence.
"That's nice, Jaehyun," I mumble sleepily, my voice barely audible over the sound of my own heartbeat.
The hand in my hair stops abruptly.
My eyes snap open as realization hits me like a cold wave.
"Kun," I whisper, turning slightly in his arms to face him.
But he doesn't move or respond.
His body has gone rigid beside me, yet he still holds me tightly. My heart races as I realize my mistake.
I called him Jaehyun - the name that haunts both our pasts.
I try to speak again, but no words come out.
Instead, I feel his heart pounding against my back, mirroring the frantic beat of my own heart.
Kun's voice is barely a whisper, "You still dream about him, don't you?"
I swallow hard, guilt tightening my throat.
"Every night," I admit, my voice trembling.
We sit in Kun's small apartment, the evening light casting long shadows across his face.
He's made dinner, but neither of us touches the food growing cold on our plates.
Kun's fingers tap nervously against the table, and he can't seem to meet my eyes.
When he finally speaks, his voice is soft but firm.
"You've been distant lately," he says.
"Especially after Jaehyun's death anniversary."
I try to defend myself, but my voice catches in my throat.
"It's just hard," I whisper.
"I know," Kun replies, his eyes filled with understanding.
"But it's not just that. It's... everything."
I look at him, confused.
"What do you mean?"
He takes a deep breath before speaking again.
"You keep calling me Jaehyun. You still have his picture as your phone wallpaper. You wear the couple ring we gave each other."
I feel tears prick at the corners of my eyes.
"I'm sorry," I say, my voice barely above a whisper.
"I didn't mean to hurt you."
Kun reaches across the table and gently takes my hand in his.
His touch sends a shiver down my spine, and I feel my chest tighten with emotion.
His grip is steady, but I can feel the weight of the unspoken words between us.
I stare at our joined hands, the couple ring glinting in the dim light.
It's a constant reminder of what we had, of what I lost.
I can feel Kun's eyes on me, waiting for my response.
"Are you ready?" he asks, his voice filled with a mix of hope and uncertainty.
"Are you ready to let go and be with me?"
I look at him, my heart pounding in my chest.
The cold food sits forgotten between us, a symbol of the unresolved questions hanging in the air.
I think back to that day, to the ghostly figure standing in front of me.
To Jaehyun's ethereal voice whispering apologies.
The memory sends a shiver down my spine.
My fingers twitch against Kun's palm as I consider his words.
Can I really let go?
I glance down at the ring on my finger, the one Jaehyun and I shared for two years.
It feels heavy against my skin, a physical reminder of what we once had. I take a deep breath and look back at Kun.
His eyes are filled with a mix of longing and uncertainty.
He waits patiently for my answer, his thumb gently stroking the back of my hand.
But I can see the anxiety behind his gaze, the fear that I might not be ready to move on.
I reach for the ring with trembling fingers, twisting it once before stopping.
It feels heavier than ever before, as if it's weighing me down.
Kun's voice breaks the silence, "You don't have to decide right now."
I nod, grateful for his understanding, but I can still hear the uncertainty in his tone.
"Thank you," I whisper, my voice barely audible, "but I need to figure this out soon."
I stare at the ring in my palm, the weight of it familiar yet foreign.
I turn it slowly, watching the light dance across its surface.
It's a simple band with an intricate pattern etched into it, a symbol of our love that Jaehyun and I shared for two years.
I remember the day he gave it to me, his smile bright as he slid it onto my finger.
Now, as I hold it in my hand, I feel a mix of emotions swirling inside me.
Kun stands in the doorway, watching silently as I walk over to the small wooden box on the memorial shelf.
The room is quiet, filled only with the sound of my footsteps and the distant hum of the city outside.
I gently place the ring inside the box, feeling its weight settle against the soft fabric lining.
Next to it are our wedding invitations and photos of Jaehyun and me together, reminders of happier times.
As I close the lid, my hands shake slightly, but Kun's presence behind me keeps me grounded. I turn to face him, his eyes filled with a mix of sadness and understanding.
He holds out a small box in his palm, opening it to reveal a simple silver band.
"We can start slow," he says softly.
I nod, extending my trembling hand towards him.
He slides the ring onto my finger, its cool metal sending a shiver down my spine.
I sit with Kun in our favorite café, watching as he stirs his americano with a steady hand.
He keeps his eyes focused on the swirling coffee, avoiding my gaze.
On the table between us lies a small velvet box, its lid closed.
Kun's fingers absently trace the edges of the box, a subtle sign of his nervousness.
The café buzzes with the ambient chatter of other customers, but I barely notice it.
My attention is fixed on Kun and the mysterious box that seems to hold his focus.
Finally, he lifts his head and meets my eyes.
His voice is steady, but I can hear the slight tremble beneath his words.
"I know it's only been four months since we exchanged promise rings," he says, "but I want to spend my life with you."
With those words, he opens the lid of the box, revealing a simple gold band inside.
My breath catches in my throat as I stare at the ring.
The café's chatter fades into the background as if time itself has slowed down. My hand trembles slightly as I reach for the ring, remembering the last proposal I accepted.
It feels like a lifetime ago, yet the memory remains vivid in my mind.
Kun's eyes search mine, filled with hope and vulnerability.
"Will you marry me?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.
I swallow hard, my heart racing as I grapple with the weight of his question.
I stare at the gold ring in Kun's trembling hands, my vision blurring with tears.
The café's ambient noise fades into the background as memories flood my mind.
Jaehyun's nervous smile, the way his hands shook just like Kun's do now.
My fingers unconsciously touch the spot where Jaehyun's ring used to rest.
The wooden box at home, filled with Jaehyun's belongings, suddenly feels less heavy.
Looking into Kun's anxious eyes, I remember Jaehyun's last ghostly words - "I'm so sorry baby."
I take a deep breath, feeling the weight of both past and future, and whisper, "Yes."