I am an ordinary person, have an ordinary life, an ordinary family, and an ordinary parent. But everything in the world is not ordinary, there is always a dark side behind it. What's my dark side?

Language: English

Rishan Lee Faustino was home-schooled until she graduated. Her family wanted her to stay only in the mansion, she's not allowed to go anywhere. When her elder brother died, she lost the only person who treats her well in the family until she decided to run away to escape the worse treatment for her. She went to her best friend, Anika Sanchez who turns out to be the cousin of the youngest Chief Executive Officer in the Philippines, Dion Vin Villarino. 

On the other hand, Dion was forced to find a woman to be his wife as his grandparents' last will before they leave in this world. Rishan must find a concrete way to have a reason for not going back in the mansion and the only way left is to accept Dion's offer.

Will she accept the contract, or she'll refuse it and make her way of living since she believes that she must marry a man that he loves. If she'll going to accept it, will it be worth it? Over time, Rishan will figure out who she is.

What if one day... you wake up, and you find out that the most important person in you life... is now gone? 

Yes, I know...

It hurts and you'd rather die than live without him...

But, what if there's a way? A way to change your destiny? Are you ready to face the consequences and gamble your life to save the person you love?

This is a story that begins about Jin (21), who receives the news about the sudden death of the most important person in his life, Chris (21). Chris died on March 21, 2021. And since that day, Jin has wanted nothing more than to go back in time so that he can save Chris from his unexpected demise.

Using a time machine, a company project that Jin is working on, this will be his way to save Chris. It took 6 years before the the company was able to creat the time machine. Now, everything is set and he is ready to return again on March 21, 2021 to rescue Chris, and afterwards, get back to his current life with Chris being alive.

Unexpectedly, its time setting will change. Instead of Jin getting there at the right time and place, his time machine will take him to March 21, 2020, a year before the incident happened. Since he was sent to a wrong timeline, he will try to fix the time set in the time machine and will set it on March 21, 2021. But there is a big problem and this is what Jin is not aware of. He can’t leave because the time machine isn’t there yet at this time. Jin fully imagined that he could take the time machine with him wherever he wanted to go. But, for this case, he can only return once the time machine is rebuilt.

Jin will just decide to stay and wait, until he can save Chris from his death. Also, since he is now way older than Chris by this time, and his appearance had also changed, he could not let Chris recognized him or by anyone else. Coincidentally, this will have a huge impact on the present. Also, and he may never be able to go back to his real time. And since he will stay in the year 2020, it is inevitable that he will meet his younger self in the year 2020. He will admit to the young Jin that he is him, but from the future and will ask for his help, but he also cannot say everything that will happen to protect himself. The two will pretend to be siblings, and he will hide as Jon, the older brother of the young Jin. Jin's only purpose is to wait again for the day he can save Chris. But, in the one year he will be staying, he will discover many things about Chris’ death that he did not expect.

Note: I'm not really that good in English, so please bear with me if I make some grammar issues. Thank you!

What if one day... you wake up, and you've found out that the most important person in you life... is now gone? 

Yes, I know...

It hurts and you'd rather die than live without him...

But, what if there's a way? A way to change your destiny? Are you ready to face the consequences and gamble your life to save the person you love?

This is a story that begins about Jin (21), who receives the news about the sudden death of the most important person in his life, Chris (21). Chris died on March 21, 2021. And since that day, Jin has wanted nothing more than to go back in time so that he can save Chris from his unexpected demise.

Using a time machine, a company project that Jin is working on, this will be his way to save Chris. It took 6 years before the the company was able to creat the time machine. Now, everything is set and he is ready to return again on March 21, 2021 to rescue Chris, and afterwards, get back to his current life with Chris being alive.

Unexpectedly, its time setting will change. Instead of Jin getting there at the right time and place, his time machine will take him to March 21, 2020, a year before the incident happened. Since he was sent to a wrong timeline, he will try to fix the time set in the time machine and will set it on March 21, 2021. But there is a big problem and this is what Jin is not aware of. He can’t leave because the time machine isn’t there yet at this time. Jin fully imagined that he could take the time machine with him wherever he wanted to go. But, for this case, he can only return once the time machine is rebuilt.

Jin will just decide to stay and wait, until he can save Chris from his death. Also, since he is now way older than Chris by this time, and his appearance had also changed, he could not let Chris recognized him or by anyone else. Coincidentally, this will have a huge impact on the present. Also, and he may never be able to go back to his real time. And since he will stay in the year 2020, it is inevitable that he will meet his younger self in the year 2020. He will admit to the young Jin that he is him, but from the future and will ask for his help, but he also cannot say everything that will happen to protect himself. The two will pretend to be siblings, and he will hide as Jon, the older brother of the young Jin. Jin's only purpose is to wait again for the day he can save Chris. But, in the one year he will be staying, he will discover many things about Chris’ death that he did not expect.

A crazy story about an English girl with the same birthday as Jungkook. She goes to Korea to see her boyfriend but runs into Jungkook... * ps a lot on Konglish[ korean and english ]is used *

Notice: I by no means own anything. From the translation of the novel to the original fanfic, they are not owned by me. The only thing I own is my English translation skills. Before you ask me if copying and pasting from the source and using google translate is possible, it is not, because the original Korean viewer does not allow for copying and pasting, resulting in me having to translate word for word on my own or through the usage of sla... I mean cousins and friends helping with the translation.  Another thing to note, is that this fanfiction sort of requires you to know about the Tower of God universe before reading. Not just the anime adaptation, but also the webtoon, as most of the story that will be covered, will have content based in the recent seasons of the webtoon. 

I will also be posting other Korean fanfiction translations when the time comes, just comment on what fanfiction you guys would like, I will try to choose some that may peak your interests.

As an avid fan of "Tower of God" I have been reincarnated as Hoaqin. I still want to try many things, but there is so much to solve and do ahhhhhhhhh!   Still, I don't regret coming into the tower, it's pretty fun after all. 

Notice: I own nothing except for my own English skills needed to translate this work of art. All credits go to Pluber (플루버) the author of "[신의 탑] FUG의 신보다는, 일상이 좋습니다."

Updated daily. This is a free-to-read book. Not to be monetized in any form. The original work was published by Alphatart. This is the English translation of it. My Korean is rather poorly thus forgive any false translation. I just love this book so much that I hope more people will enjoy it and support the author. The English version is being turned into a comic series in Webtoon.
* Also, please check out my original work "IRRESISTIBLE TEMPTATION" ^^ and gift power stone if you don't mind. And if you like the story, feel free to put it into your collection. Thank you.

Navier was the perfect empress, however, the Emperor wanted a wife, not a colleague. And so, the Emperor abandoned Empress Navier and placed a slave girl beside him. That was fine until Navier heard the Emperor promise the slave girl the Empress’ position. After many ups and downs, Navier decided she would accept being the Queen of the emperor of the neighboring country and remarry. Support the original author Alphatart.

"This is much better than the one that we had earlier. I would talk to the boss and work hard to get this approved Mr. Choi. Ms. Nam, I do have a few queries if you could help me out, I am a learner too. Whenever you have time, let me know," Chen Waan asked Nam Ji Won because there were places where she was amused by the usage of particular words and there were places where she thought she could offer better translation.  
Nam Ji Won clasped her hands together in elation. Making friends through translation, that would be great!  "Yes, yes, whenever. I heard you are here for three days, right? We can schedule a meeting tomorrow at some… better place."  
Choi Sang Ho glared at his assistant. Was she dissing his office, this ungrateful brat!  
Both Mo Yifan and Chen Waan chuckled on her remark. Mo Yifan had been staying quiet all along. But he was understanding majority of the conversations. No one knew this except Chen Waan. She was observing the micro changes in his expressions and could make out what he was able to understand and what not.  
Everyone else stared at him in astonishment. Was it just a reaction to Chen Waan's laughter?  
"Ah, I am sorry to interrupt. I understood that so…," he scratched his head shyly and said this both in Chinese and Korean.  
"Whoa, Fan Fan, sir, your Korean is awkward but great! I can understand everything," Nam Ji Won opened her eyes wide. What was this miracle? In his list of talents, Korean was never mentioned.  
"I just started learning, so it will take time for me to adjust my speaking skills. But anyway, would it be alright for me to sit in this meeting as well?" he asked, his cheeks getting redder with embarrassment. Now that a native person had critiqued his speaking skills harshly, he was less confident now.  
"It's alright Mo Yifan, that was a good attempt. We will work on your speaking later. You are doing good here," Chen Waan sensed the hesitation in him and encouraged him on the stop in Chinese. Only Nam Ji Won could understand this from the other party, and she realized her mistake. How could she say harsh words to her idol? This was the worst if he had just started learning. Did she accidently hamper his growth?  
"Ah, yes, yes. Your skills are amazing Fan Fan, I did not mean to discourage you," Nam Ji Won tried to do some damage control but did not know how.  
"Ms. Nam, it is okay. He needs to understand the deficiencies too, if he is serious about learning. We will aim to do better, so please do let us know if you find anything wrong. It is also a test of my teaching skills," Chen Waan bowed slightly to the girl. She knew Nam Ji Won did not have any malicious intentions in saying whatever she said.  
"Alright, enough chit chat. Ms. Chen, if your team is okay with the edits after your discussion with Ji Won, let us know. I would like to start on this movie in the third quarter of this year, if possible," Choi Sang Ho interrupted. He knew Nam Ji Won was a chattering box and if he did not stop her, she would end up talking through the night.  
It was getting closer to lunch time now as well. Chen Waan relayed the message to Sun Lian and everyone agreed on the same.  
"Director Choi, Senior Sun wants to treat you to lunch, what do you think about accompanying us?" Chen Waan asked the director. Of course, Nam Ji Won was invited too.  
"Oh, no, no. You are our guests, I should be the one treating you. Please, let me take you out," Choi Sang Ho replied. He was definitely not in a position to treat people budget wise, especially this lady here who was such a big phenomenon. However, if he was able to strike this deal, that would be the best.  
"That is very alright Mr. Choi. Let us treat you today and when the contract gets approved, we will visit you once again and won't shy away from you paying. How does that sound?" Chen Waan knew it was basically insulting him, but giving that assurance was important. Otherwise, this guy would never say yes to a free lunch. It was not their culture at all.  
"A-Alright, if you say so," Choi Sang Ho reluctantly said yes. If the girl said with so much confidence that the contract will get approved, could he pin his hopes on this project then? He would not turn down their offer then.  
Everyone got up and headed to a hotpot place where there were options for Chen Waan too. It was an expensive looking restaurant and Choi Sang Ho was feeling bad about it.  
"Director Choi, please do not feel anxious. I understand it is not something you usually do. But Senior Sun and I have dietary restrictions, we chose this restaurant after very careful research. This is not to insult you. I am in the same boat anyway, free loading on Senior Sun's money," she tried to placate the man whose frown was deepening by the minute. Poor guy!  
"Yeah Director, let's not think too much about it. Moreover, when would we get to eat at such an incredible place? Please think about you assistant too," Nam Ji Won also pleaded her case with her puppy eyes. Compared to more conservative Choi Sang Ho, Nam Ji Won was much more easygoing.  
They ordered a bunch of dishes for none of them had the breakfast. Even though Chen Waan had packed some breakfast with her for her and Mo Yifan to eat on the way, she was afraid that due to smell of food, Sun Lian's motion sickness might worsen. They ended up eating chocolates as well at that time.  
Right now, everyone was just too hungry. Chen Waan and Mo Yifan especially, since they had been using their brain so much for translations. Juggling between languages took too much energy ah!  
"Did you learn Chinese just for fun Ms. Nam?" Chen Waan was very interested in knowing fellow language learners. Even back in Thailand and Europe, she had her own groups for language learning. Those were the only people who she considered as friends, although, they were not very close to her. It was more like just a conversation group for people to come and discuss. But those people were better than her classmates who knew nothing but bullying.  
"Oh, so my maternal grandfather happens to be from China. He made me learn his native language because none of his grandkids would learn. I thought it would be helpful in me learning traditional Korean since I wanted to go into literature," Nam Ji Won explained as the five people waited for their food.  
Even the bodyguards and the drivers sat down at the nearby table and ate. Who would have thought Sun Lian would be so generous? They were just in awe.  
"Wow, did you face much difficulty then?" Chen Waan continued.  
While Mo Yifan was listening intently, Sun Lian did not understand anything because they were talking in Korean. Choi Sang Ho had heard the story for many a times, so he was not paying attention either.  
"Ms. Sun, do you have any intention of acting in your own movie?" Director Choi started talking to Sun Lian in English. He had seen her interviews before and the lady spoke quite good an English. He could try himself since he thought she was looking bored.  
Sun Lian gave an amused look to the man. This guy could talk such great English, why were they going through the ordeal of hiring the translators all this while?  
"I did have plans like that. But now, if the movie is going to be made in Korean, I won't be able to participate," she replied smoothly. She wanted to ask the translator question very badly. Why could they just not talk in English together, on phone? But she held back her questions. She would ask them later.  
"Oh, well, do not worry, we might work towards a Chinese remake if this is a hit," Choi Sang Ho replied. He would have loved to work with a veteran actress like her but it did not seem like there was a possibility. Even if he said yes to making a Chinese version rather than Korean, the language bar was just too high for him. Translation would not work for such a large scale project.  
"I would rather not. Let this project be a joint project between the two countries. If it could serve a good purpose in bilateral talks, that would be an honor. I would not want to get other remakes made then," she replied, quite proud of her work.  
"I did not take Ms. Sun to be so loyal and considerate. You are very different from what the rumors say," Choi Sang Ho fiddled with the glass in his hand. This lady, was quite benevolent. She was just going to donate her script for a good cause.  
"Oh? And what did the rumors say?" Sun Lian, for some reason, was enjoying their conversation. Was this the start of a new friendship that she had been cribbing about recently?  


Mo Yifan rules the hearts of billions as one of the most celebrated Chinese idols. He has freedom, he has money and he has power.
But his life changes when he meets a down to earth orphan student, Chen Waan, in a foreign country on Christmas Eve, who is hired by his agency to become his... what? Translator and Idol Girlfriend?
Has his boss gone mad? He wants to debut her as his official girlfriend? What will happen to his popularity if he breaks the hearts of all the females in his fanbase?
Does this look funny to you? My career is on line here, and you are laughing?

Join the two bantering people, who are supposed to be in a relationship but can't see eye to eye. Will they end up falling in love or will they remain enemies? What is the motive of the the boss behind asking something unthinkable in the idol world?

-----------------------

"Why are you really here? You definitely have an agenda," Mo Yifan asked the girl coldly as she trotted into his house with her suitcase.
"How would I know? Go ask your boss," Chen Waan shrugged her shoulders and infiltrated her way towards the empty room.
"You...," unable to refute, Mo Yifan could only gnash his teeth. He had thought she was a kind girl, but it looked like she was here for revenge, for he had abandoned her in that foreign country to fend for herself.
The girl smiled curtly, she loved that miserable expression of this guy. "Serves you right," she muttered under her breath.

Disclaimer: This novel will use people from all around the world. Any such global or local reference is not representative of the whole culture. Kindly do not take it to the heart. This novel is intended for entertainment purposes only.

*The cover art does not belong to me. Please contact me for credits/ removal*

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Translated by: ShawnSuh
Edited by: SootyOwl


"All done?" 

"Yes," Juho replied, putting his phone back in his pocket. With his eyes fixed on the phone, Nam Kyung asked light-heartedly, "A friend?" 

"Yep," Juho said, nodding.

"Is this the same person who wants to be a translator?" 

"That's the one." 

"Is he going to compete in the contest?" 

"It appears so." 

Although they were the only people in the apartment, the editor looked around the living room and asked, "Did you make that suggestion with this friend in mind?" 

Chuckling quietly, Juho replied, "If I had, then I would've brought up his name. I would've volunteered to be one of the judges too."

"And the contest definitely would've looked a lot different," Nam Kyung said, waving the project's data in his hand. 

The contest was open to anyone who made a submission through email, which would be a translation of a short English sample written by Juho. There were going to be ten contestants for the judging panel, and the judges would choose the winners based on the translations submitted to the publisher. 

"I hope we get a lot of participants." 

"I don't think we'll have to worry about that, Mr. Woo," Nam Kyung said, chuckling and lifting the data in his hand. 

"This is your translation of the online sample, right?" 

"That's right." 

Juho had made the sample and translated it. 

"If we get a submission that comes even remotely close to this, I wouldn't think twice about choosing that person," Nam Kyung said, groaning.

"We might get something even better. You never know." 

"No, this is THE most ideal translation. I'm certain of it," the editor said, darting back and forth between the original and the translated copy. He seemed genuinely impressed. "I don't know how you do it, but you keep impressing me over and over again! What do you think about giving translating one more shot?" 

"No, thanks." 

"Or, maybe you could make a submission yourself?" 

"That does sound like a fun idea, but if I win, I'm gonna have to do the translation myself." 

"So, you ARE confident that you'd win, huh?" 

Juho didn't deny it. Meanwhile, Nam Kyung was still staring at the two samples.

"Are you looking for somebody who could do an even better job than this?" the editor asked.

"Of course." 

"Maybe you should just do it yourself. It's still not too late, you know." 

"I respectfully decline." 

Then, as Nam Kyung placed the two samples on the table, Juho followed them with his eyes. 

"I suppose it would be best if we looked for something that stayed true to the original, huh?" 

After some thought, Juho replied, "I don't know. I find myself impressed whenever I come across a good liberal translation." 

Nam Kyung seemed to understand the young author. As long as languages and cultures were different, liberal translations were a necessity. 

"I think I still prefer translations that stay true to the original. Especially with your books. As a reader myself, I'd want what I'm reading to be as close to the original as possible," the editor said emphatically, as if he disagreed with the young author. Juho remembered Seo Kwang's translation. When the author had seen it for the first time, it had felt like his translation had stayed true to the original on one hand, while reading like it had been translated liberally on the other. Seo Kwang had been nurturing his translation skill at a truly frightening rate, and when Juho remembered that, he stopped thinking about it, as it felt no longer necessary. If Seo Kwang had been developing when Juho had first seen his translation, then he had to be even better now. 

"This is exciting," Juho said genuinely.

--

"Yun Woo's sample," Juho murmured the title of the article and clicked on it. There were already a myriad of poorly-translated samples floating around the internet. Given that people had grown curious about the short sample written by Yun Woo, it wasn't surprising. Every blog that had anything to do with the author contained a slew of its members' attempts at translating the sample. 

"What would Hong Sam have to say?" 

Juho logged into Hong Sam's blog. Although a university student, Seo Kwang was still pretending to be an office worker in his blog. The most recent post was a month old, and the blogger had written about a certain Nebula-winning author, along with the recent scandal surrounding the Hugo award.

"He really is a good writer." 

What Seo Kwang lacked were creativity and the stamina that would sustain him when writing for an extended period of time. His personal preference of reading-over-writing also seemed to play a role in his struggle as a writer. Nevertheless, Seo Kwang was an outstanding writer. On top of that, his vocabulary and comprehension were also quite impressive. Given that he tended to invest most of his time on reading, it made sense. While the blog introduced a slew of different books, it also came with the blogger's own opinions and interpretations. Starting from the most recent one, Juho read through them one by one. Every single one of them was meticulous and sincere, making it clear that the blogger had read the books prior to reviewing them. It was very Seo Kwang-like. Then, shortly after, Juho came across his name on the blog.

"'Language of God: The Glory of Traitor.'" 

Aside from the title, the first thing that stood out was the five-star rating next to it. Clicking into it, Juho scrolled down to the bottom, where Seo Kwang's thoughts on the book tended to be. It wasn't too different from what he had told Juho in person. However, there was a name there that Juho hadn't expected to came across. 

"Jenkins' role." 

Seo Kwang's opinion was as follow: "If Jenkins hadn't been there…? I couldn't help but ask myself that question. There is no arguing that Jenkins' recent movie was a massive success and that it lived well up to its reputation. Not only is Jenkins a skilled director,  but he's also a genius. On top of that, I am confident that he's a reader who understands books through a clear set of standards. I have actually come across a number of people (who refused to read 'Language of God' because it was a book) who told me that watching Jenkins' film adaptation actually made them fall in love with the original novel series. What if Jenkins hadn't been there? Would 'The Glory of Traitor' have been as popular as it is now? Would 'Language of God' look any different? Would the series be on a completely different path?"

"If Jenkins hadn't addressed Yun Woo as the Great Storyteller, would that have meant that the author wouldn't have been great?" 

"Personally, I have trouble keeping myself from associating his name with a snapping turtle. Have you ever asked yourself why those animals exist?'"

(TL's Note: When pronounced in Korean, Jenkins' first name, Zara, has the same sound as the Korean word for snapping turtle/Chinese softshell turtle: Jara.) 

"... What the heck are you saying, man?" 

Then, while Juho was preoccupied with interpreting a seemingly out of place exposition, a text message notification sounded from his phone. It was Nam Kyung saying that there were over eight hundred submissions thus far. 'I wonder if Seo Kwang's is one of them,' Juho wondered, hoping that it would be. At that moment, his phone started ringing. 

"Hello?" 

"Hey." 

It was Baron, whose voice made it sound like he was in good spirits. 

"Did you hear about Seo Kwang?" 

"Nope." 

Juho hadn't heard from Seo Kwang, and since Juho didn't want to disrupt his aspiring translator friend, he didn't go out of his way to reach out to him either. 

"He's bouncing off the walls right now." 

"What do you mean?" 

"He's making it seem like he's about to dedicate his life to translating your book."

Juho still couldn't make sense of what Baron was saying.

"Did he make a submission to the publisher?" Juho asked. 

"He's actually not even close to having anything to submit," Baron replied, sounding like he was holding back laughter. "He's been working on the opening statement for a month straight." 

"... You mean he's in the middle of revision?" 

"No. As in, he hasn't even finished his first draft." 

"Well, that was unexpected," Juho said, leaning back on his chair and murmuring, "Maybe he won't finish in time." 

---

"This isn't it!" Seo Kwang exclaimed, covering his face with his hands, sobbing. "This isn't me!" 

"I thought I told you to stop being a nuisance and go upstairs!" his mother said, looking at her son. As his shoulders moved up and down, his untidy desk also moved up and down with him. 

"Mom! Your son is in anguish right now!" 

"You took the words right out of my mouth. My son is scaring the customers away." 

"My whole life depends on this!" 

At that, his mother burst into laughter, and Seo Kwang wiped the tears off his face. 

"Maybe I was adopted," Seo Kwang said. He was in crisis. Leading up to that point, he had been translating countless types of compositions, from business data to movies. Needless to say, he had also translated his fair share of literature. He had been excelling in translating, and the fact that he would even translate books written by some of the most notorious authors in the literary world with relative ease had given him confidence. Never had he struggled with the first sentence. 

"What's wrong with me? This is the opportunity of a lifetime! Was my skill expendable? Did I use it all up!?" 

"Quit yapping and go read some books! You would always go out with a book in your hand whenever you were feeling down."

"Go away, mom. You don't understand." 

"What did you say!?" 

While Seo Kwang was taking a beating on his back from his mother, the bell on the door rang, indicating a customer walking into the store. As Seo Kwang proceeded to bury his face in his arms, she made her way to the counter. 

"Long time, no see!" 

"How've you been, Mrs. Kim?" 

At that moment, Seo Kwang looked up all of a sudden, saying, "What the… You're not Juho." 

To his disappointment, the customer was just one of the neighborhood regulars. Realizing that he was desperate for Juho's presence, Seo Kwang buried his head on the table yet again. 

"Make sure to clean up after yourself," his mother said, and Seo Kwang nodded. It was dark out. Since the cafe was closing earlier than usual that day, Seo Kwang decided to try translating in the store, where he could concentrate. Soon, Seo Kwang was left alone in the store filled with the scent of coffee and books.

"A fish without gills." 

It was a part of the English sample written by Yun Woo for the translation contest. A fish without gills. Since it didn't breathe with its lungs or skin, the creature was bound to meet its demise within thirty seconds. A fish without gills would come to its end in the only environment that it could survive in: water. 

"If this is what the sample looks like…" 

Yun Woo's new English novel was going to be about a person. The young author had created and translated the sample for the sole purpose of testing and seeking out a skilled translator to work with. However, it was nowhere near enough to satiate Seo Kwang's desire to read Yun Woo's new story. 

"I believe it's getting released in the States with 'River.'" 

Seo Kwang scanned the sentences. Not only were they well-written, but they were sophisticated. It was almost impossible to think that Yun Woo was an author from a non-English-speaking country. Yun Woo's writing in English was just as tasteful as his Korean counterpart.

The young author's dazzling sentences gave their readers the sense that he had been trained for years on end. Although the author kept things ambiguous for mischievous reasons at times, his depictions were as clear as day. 

"I'm sure Yun Woo won't have trouble describing what melancholy is like." 

Reading Yun Woo's writing only made Seo Kwang more certain that the author would be able to do that with ease. Hindered by a certain desire in his heart, Seo Kwang clasped his head. 

"Fantasy!" 

He recalled having asked Juho about how he went about writing. At which point, Juho had replied that…

"... I see fantasies where my characters have personalities and free will." 

Even the author didn't know how the characters would lead their lives. Although Juho had explained that to his friend using various examples, Seo Kwang simply hadn't been able to relate to or understand the young author. 

"He had to have seen something while he was writing this. What could that be?" 

Since Seo Kwang had never fantasized to that day, he still didn't have a clear way to define it. The extent of his understanding was that it was something dream-like. For the first time in his life, Seo Kwang found himself wanting to see it for himself. Something kept telling him that he would find something that would help him make a breakthrough. Licking his parched lips, Seo Kwang murmured to himself, "First, close your eyes." 

Juho had told him that the first step to seeing fantasies was to close your eyes. Upon closing his eyes, Seo Kwang heard a car zooming past the store and the whir of the motor within the refrigerator in the kitchen. At that moment, his stomach growled, and he opened his eyes.

"Gettin' hungry." 

Clicking his tongue, Seo Kwang took a piece of candy from the counter and put it in his mouth. The sweetness helped appease his hunger. There was no time to look for food. Rolling the candy around in his mouth, Seo Kwang looked into the air. A fish without gills. That time, he tried holding his breath. However, it wasn't long before he exhaled sharply, spitting all over the place.

"Maybe I need to take this more seriously." 

From what he had heard, there had been more than eight hundred submissions by that point, and there had to be translators who were seasoned and trained. 

"C'mon… I don't care what I see. Even if it's just one second." 

At that moment, Seo Kwang looked toward the whirring refrigerator in the kitchen, which was filled with food and drinks.

"Alcohol," Seo Kwang said as he rose from his seat.

Yum Woo is the youngest author in history to enter the literature world. His debut work was a massive hit but this success was short lived for the unprepared.

A miraculous second chance comes his way one day.

This is the beginning of that journey.



Ianne kept on talking while I, on the other side was staring from afar, not listening to any saliva she spits out when she talk to any detail of the topic of hers, it's not like I'm being bad to her, because it's like that! I still respect her though, I just don't want to be rude to her because she's also a girl. I just wanna shout my lungs out that I HATE THIS ATMOSPHERE. 

Just when I noticed that I'm already finishing my sandwich and gulping in my bottled milk, I chewed for a bit then abruptly got on my knees, not glancing at her neither her friends. I fixed my collars first then cleared a throat that made me a bit nervous because she might shout at me for being this sarcastic the whole time, I didn't even paid attention to any word she said. 

"Is there anything 'IMPORTANT' we should talk about?" I exclaimed, enough for her to hear, "Nothing? Well then, I should go now" Seriously, I didn't glanced at her nor her friends because they're annoying. I picked up my trash and my things then headed over outside, beside the glass sliding door, there's a garbage can were I can throw my trash away and so I did, then continued on my way. 

As I was going towards Mr. Jung's office, I spotted my car and decided to hang out just for a bit, "What a nice car, too sad the ones who gave it to me, aren't" I whispered while my eyes was all over each part of the car 

I came closer and closer until I reached the door and immediately opened it with my left hand, I snuggled myself in and leaned my back in the seat and heaved a deep sigh, minutes after I saw Ianne and her friends behind her, she was ahead of them while her arm crossed over her chest as she walks annoyed over to somewhere, and somehow I haven't felt guilty of what I did because she deserves it. 

Soon on, I wandered my eyes around the spaces of the car, how the airbags work or anything, 

then, my eyes darted to that dark black bag behind the passenger's seat, I never knew it was there, it may had camouflaged with the pitch-black seat cover of the car. Yes, or yes, I grabbed the bag and placed it beside me and decided to open it later, then I felt tired, each fiber and atom in my body is weak for now, and my feet suddenly tightened, so I loosened my shoe laces and took off my shoes, then leaned my back and tried to relax. 

Then I realized, I fell asleep already. 

** 

*KNOCK KNOCK* 

I suddenly heard that noise in the middle of my nap, I opened my eyes and wandered around the place, and there was no one. 

'it's impossible if it was the wind, right?' 

Oh, well I must get back to my sleep and-- 

*KNOCK KNOCK* 

I got frightened when a small fist knocked on the left side of my window, I opened the window down and poked my head out to see if there's someone or I am just paralyzed by all the stress in my situation— 

*KNOCK KNOCK* 

"Aish! Who's that?!" I shrieked and poked my head out again, "A-anyeongh-hasey-yo" [translation: Anyeonhaseyo- Hello] 

A small and soft voice is what I heard, because of how soft that voice is, my eyes searched for the owner, and when I lowered my head down, I spotted a short girl, her chubby cheeks that fitted perfectly on her small hoodie and her lashes were perfectly curled, when the moment I was staring at her features, she blushed and tilted her face to her right side and smiled, "Appa!" [translation: Appa- Dad/ Father] she giggled and I can't even paint my face because of that sudden atmosphere. 

'APPA?!WTF?! Kid, you must be mistaken! Dad?!' 

I faked a smile at her and rubbed my face then calmed down, "M-mwoyo?" [translation: What] I uttered and she smiled again, that smile will keep on haunting me in the night, starting now! "Hello Appa!" she cheerfully said and she just immediately opened the door and came in hugging my thighs, while I was just amazed and shocked at the very same time! I wanted to scream because I don't understand this! This child! This freaking child! 

"Who are you? Why are you calling me A-appa? Who are you!" I screamed, and suddenly felt guilt, the once happy and cheering face of that child went sad, you could see the sorrow in her almost to tear up eyes, I was left dumbfounded after I saw her state that even a guy could also cry! 

"M-my aunt l-left me here in front c-car…and…. she said you're m-my dad" her tears were endlessly streaming out of her glimmering little eyes; she was sobbing so hard that I wanted her to stop this instance! 

'her English is really bad...very, very bad' 

"H-hey kid, you want a lollipop?" 

'Gosh Luke! You don't have a lollipop!' 

'Hey you rotten dumpling! I don't know who you are and I don't care if your aunt left you in front of my car, you don't have to say that I'm your dad, because I really am not! I didn't have a wife to even make you! Such hindrance!' 

"Y-yes, I want ollipop, stowbwerry" she calmly said, and let her little sobs come out, she even pronounces the words incorrectly 

'It's LOLLIPOP, NOT OLLIPOP, It's STRAWBERRY, NOT STOWBWERRY! You should learn how to speak those words kid!' 

"I mean, no! I don't have a lollipop, and I'm not your father kid, now go, shoo!" I uttered under my cold voice trying to avoid the kid, I even gestured her to go away. 

'I am not her father!' 

"My aunt said you're my father, she said that I live with you house starting now because you're my father—" 

"Get out of my sight! Now!" I roared at her face that made a tear to escape her doe eyes, her wet lashes "Appaaaa! I study English to talk with you and so hard, don't go away!" {Correction: Daaaad! I studied English just to talk to you and it's so hard, don't go away!} 

she whimpered that made my heart sank for a moment, my mind didn't recover quickly, my eyes were just darted to the stirring wheel of my car, when she spat those words out, I slowly turned my gaze to hers and that's when I saw her already in her crying state, the once smiling girl before has now became a crying and sobbing mess, her coffee brown orbs were filled up by her own waterfall tears, she even tried her best not to cry in front of me, so she wiped every tear away, but she couldn't get that whimper out of her throat. 

I kept on blinking and gulping my saliva in, until I've got no saliva left in my glans, the wind was brushing through the girls' hair and that made her cute petite dress to move a little as the leaves from the maple trees danced in the concrete floor, I decided to open the door that made her immediately to step back a little, until I got out of the car, as my shadow covered her small body from the golden sun, I carefully stroke her hair and got down on my other knee to level our gazes with each other, she then stared me in the eyes, "If you….not w-want me Appa, I go …..now" her voice was hoarse and was still sobbing, she immediately turned her heel and as if she was about to go but instead I pulled her in the wrist and she stared at me again, 

"What's your name?" I calmly uttered, not raising my voice, her face was in awe when she heard my question, the little sobs from her was still there so I smiled and asked again, "Who's your Mother?" she didn't smile or anything but she answered, "Can y-you understands K-korean Appa?" {Correction: Can you understand Korean Dad?} 

"Y-yes, tell me then" I lied, it'll be hard for her to say it in English, she took a sigh for a second before she spoke her words, "Soljighi malhaeseo, imoneun myeoch bun jeon-e naleul yeogiedugo wass-eoyo. waenyahamyeon geunyeoga naleul delyeoda jundagohaeseo" [translation: To be honest dad, my aunt left me here some minutes ago, because she said that she'll bring me to you] 

I kept on nodding to her, so that she'll be comfortable to speak, "Geuligo eomeonie gwanhaeseoneun ilju-il-e han beonman geunyeoui jib-eul bangmunhabnida. waenyahamyeon geunyeoneun naega hangsang geunyeoege gwichanhdago hasyeossgi ttaemun-ibnida." [translation: And about my mother, I visit her at her house for only once a week, because she says that I'm always a bother to her.] 

Several nods I did, she paused and chuckled, "You understand appa?" she smiled and I was annoyed. 

'How am I suppose to understand you, Pabo!' [translation: Pabo-Idiot] 

"What's the name of your mother?" I exclaimed and she placed her index finger on her temples, as if she was trying to remember it, "If you d-don't remember it for now, just tell me, some other time, okay?" 

I tapped her shoulders, but before I could stand up, she grabbed the sides of my trousers "Appa, ije gieognabnida! naneun geunyeoui eolgul-i jeoghin kadeuleul boassgo geunyeoui ileumdo jinanjue geunyeoui bang-e deul-eogass-eul ttae geugeos-eul boassda." [translation: Dad, I remember it now! I saw a card with her face on it, and her name too, I saw it last week when I went inside her room.] 

"Naneun geugeos-i, Han Kesha, Appa" [translation: I think it's, Han Kesha, Dad] she uttered that made me curious about it, I've heard about that Kesha before.

"Don't make me hurt you!" he screamed that made me more broken, we were at the hallway away from my room, "Please, just let me, just let me be with you, just for tonight!"

I begged him with my hand in his arm, "Look, I love someone else! Not you!" from the moment he spat out those words, I knew he really doesn't love me, from the look of those eyes, it didn't spark, like I always do, not anymore.

He was the one I really loved and the one who also broke me.


Without Amorous and Affliction, your feelings can't be whole.

She's a freshmen and he's a sophomore. Would these two get along? Would there college life be great and true? Would they conquer each struggle through mental and physical?

Their connection at first was quite unpredictable, until they knew, they were destined to be each other, through thick and thin.

To stop the pain to bury inside their hearts, one must let go but what if both of them were in pain, how could they possibly heal their broken hearts?

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