미라클 일루션

Instead of fried chicken, it was rotisserie chicken. Instead of chocolate cake, it was butter cake. Pizza, which couldn’t be bought due to lack of money. Yeonwoo’s eighth birthday party. Since that day, Yeonwoo, who had always been bullied, always longed for death. Ink was spilled on the rice, and phlegm was mixed in the soup. There was never a day without bruises on his forearms. He planned to end his life when his only family, his grandmother, passed away.

“You eat with me now.”

“Ink… isn’t something people eat. If you’re curious about the taste, why don’t you eat it yourself instead of giving it to others?”

“Don’t be scared. I’m really good at fighting.”

The transfer student who appeared in front of Yeonwoo, who was crawling like a dog between someone’s legs, was neither a bystander nor a participant.

“You can smile, huh.”

He was a savior who couldn’t even be defined,

“It means you like me, idiot….”

and the first love he dared to hold in his heart.

“I’m not interested in guys. I hope it’s not what I’m thinking.”

“You were nothing to me, not even worth remembering.”

The reason he couldn’t let go of him even while struggling in hell was….

“Still, I hope you don’t endure it and find happiness.”

“…Sorry for forgetting everything.”

Because he ended up loving him even more.