1 Prologue
Police sirens rang around his ears.
Red and blue lights made his last few moments in this life intolerable.
The wooden cold floor was strangely comfortable for his slowly weakening body.
His brain screamed severe concussion.
The pain was agonizing.
His breath slightly smelled of alcohol reminding him of the type of place he was in, yet his mind was as clear as ever.
Blood trickled into his mouth and the heavy taste of iron took his attention for the slightest of moments.
He couldn't believe it. He was killed for the simple fact that he spoke out against an unreasonable so-called "young master" attempting to forcefully take a woman.
His opinion resulted in the smashing of a liquor bottle directly to the skull. Yejoon lied on the floor slowly bleeding out, retrieving intimate memories.
He was 24 years old this year with no prior romantic experiences. He had occasional slight crushes but never dared pursuit.
He had no siblings nor anyone he considered a true friend. Yes, he had friends but they were more acquaintances than anything he could term as closer.
He had a slight knack for dancing and singing which led him to constantly fantasize about living a celebrity.
Someone recognized for their exceptional gifts. An incentive to millions of others.
An idol.
What a desire so far, far, far away he could only day-dream about.
He self-deprecatingly chuckled to which he immediately stopped as even a trivial thing as this proved difficult and excruciating.
Although he was not useless in his life, what made his life unfulfilling was the fact that he did not pursue his dreams. A slave to society and the repeated days of work painted his life gray. How passionately he wished he could have persevered, alas, there is no medicine for regrets.
The pain from the blow was unceasing. He, however, did not die in vain as the prodigal son was taken by the cops.
The woman repeatedly tried apologizing yet thanking him but this only fell deaf ears.
The ambulance could do nothing as the man bled to death quicker than they could save him.
He realized he did not do anything remarkable in this life. Nothing he could be proud of. The man of Korean descent gave his silent gratitude to his already deceased parents.
Black eyes gently dulled and his life was no more.
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The end of a mediocre man's life.
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The start of Park Yejoons rise.
