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In the End, He Was Loved
The story was tragically beautiful—like a flower blooming in a war zone. It made me laugh, cry, and burn with quiet anger. Hae Jo’s life? Pure heartbreak. Abandoned by the people who were supposed to love him first. Homeless, drifting, dying before he even really got to live. Not even knowing who his real father was… just wandering through life with bruises no one could see.
But at least… at least along the way, the universe threw him a few lifelines.
A noona—Bong Suk—who gave him a roof, watched him grow like a wilted plant reaching for the sun.
A chinggu—Kkari—someone who stood by him in a world full of shadows.
A girl—Jae Mi—who loved him with everything she had, even when it hurt.
And a hyung—Eo Heung—who quietly, fiercely cared. Who caught him when he fainted, wiped the blood from his nose, fed him, and comforted him like no one ever had.
Hae Jo and Jae Mi’s love? God, it was like watching two broken mirrors try to reflect light. So haunting how they predicted each other’s fate:
When he said, she’ll never be a good mother coz she never got to feel what it’s like to be mothered.
And when she whispered, he’ll die alone, on the street, with no one by his side.
And then, years later, their words became prophecies.
She found out she couldn’t be a mother.
He found out he was dying.
A match made in hell.. in the cruellest corners of fate. Two cursed souls crossing paths in a world that never showed them mercy.
Ko Ahjussi? Ugh. Had me fooled. Thought he was Hae Jo’s real abeoji—only for the truth to slap me in the face. Just another madman in the mess.
But Heung—sweet, soft-hearted Heung—his love for Jae Mi was pure. And Jae Mi? Even when Hae Jo tried to push her away, she kept coming back. Because she loved him enough to stay, even if it meant breaking every time.
And when Hae Jo finally reunited with his real father… that moment was everything.
But nothing wrecked me more than hearing him whisper, “I want to live,” right before he died.
If he got to replay the most beautiful 7 minutes of his life before it ended… I know exactly who’d be there:
Jae Mi.
His noona.
Heung hyung.
Kkari, his chinggu.
And his real abeoji.
And maybe, just maybe, for that brief flicker of time, he felt like he belonged. Like he mattered.
Even if the world was cruel—he was loved.
But at least… at least along the way, the universe threw him a few lifelines.
A noona—Bong Suk—who gave him a roof, watched him grow like a wilted plant reaching for the sun.
A chinggu—Kkari—someone who stood by him in a world full of shadows.
A girl—Jae Mi—who loved him with everything she had, even when it hurt.
And a hyung—Eo Heung—who quietly, fiercely cared. Who caught him when he fainted, wiped the blood from his nose, fed him, and comforted him like no one ever had.
Hae Jo and Jae Mi’s love? God, it was like watching two broken mirrors try to reflect light. So haunting how they predicted each other’s fate:
When he said, she’ll never be a good mother coz she never got to feel what it’s like to be mothered.
And when she whispered, he’ll die alone, on the street, with no one by his side.
And then, years later, their words became prophecies.
She found out she couldn’t be a mother.
He found out he was dying.
A match made in hell.. in the cruellest corners of fate. Two cursed souls crossing paths in a world that never showed them mercy.
Ko Ahjussi? Ugh. Had me fooled. Thought he was Hae Jo’s real abeoji—only for the truth to slap me in the face. Just another madman in the mess.
But Heung—sweet, soft-hearted Heung—his love for Jae Mi was pure. And Jae Mi? Even when Hae Jo tried to push her away, she kept coming back. Because she loved him enough to stay, even if it meant breaking every time.
And when Hae Jo finally reunited with his real father… that moment was everything.
But nothing wrecked me more than hearing him whisper, “I want to live,” right before he died.
If he got to replay the most beautiful 7 minutes of his life before it ended… I know exactly who’d be there:
Jae Mi.
His noona.
Heung hyung.
Kkari, his chinggu.
And his real abeoji.
And maybe, just maybe, for that brief flicker of time, he felt like he belonged. Like he mattered.
Even if the world was cruel—he was loved.
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