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- This article is a WORTH IT Crew mission article.
-The surname and family name are all the author's opinions and have nothing to do with the facts.
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The sun and the stars are already shining and noble in their own right. Both faithfully fulfill their duties in their respective positions. The sun embraces the pitch-black world with its beautiful light, praised by all, while the stars, in the cold and lonely sky of the moon and darkness, offer warmth and at the same time serve as guides for lost travelers.
What would happen if such beings met? The sun is the light that illuminates the day, and the stars are the light that illuminates the night. If we defy reason for the sake of fleeting emotions, the outcome will never be beautiful. Ah, when the sun sets and the moon rises, wouldn't that fleeting moment be all right?
Even though we cannot meet, if we know each other's beauty and do the same thing with different goals, wouldn't the sun and the stars be enemies and love at the same time?
The sun and the stars, The boundary between fate and fate that cannot be fulfilled
Women wearing bright, eye-popping clothes, children running briskly after their parents, and the author, a bustling place filled with the laughter and bargaining of men. Among them, there was one woman who stood out, seemingly out of place.
Darkness between bright places.This description best suited her appearance. She was extremely shabby. Both her jacket and skirt appeared to be torn and patched with rags, their original color a deep, dark gray. Furthermore, her hair was incredibly unsightly. Perhaps she didn't understand the precious body her parents had given her? Her hair was cut to her waist, like Westerners. It was far from neat, and her hair was so disheveled it resembled the inside of a dishcloth. The way she looked, looking around in such a state, was no different from a beggar. No, it was impossible to describe her appearance without being a beggar, begging for food and money.
She was watching the situation closely, and then she touched the sleeve of a merchant whose sleeve was bulging. By exploring the sleeve, she seemed to be after the pocket inside, that is, the bundle of coins inside the pocket. No, she was definitely trying to take the coins. But unfortunately, at that moment, a young man kicked one of the porcelain pieces on the plate. He was probably a high-ranking young man who had been raised with great care. For the young man's brief amusement, the porcelain and she were broken. And they were shattered mercilessly. The ultimate reason was that the porcelain shards that the grumpy young man had broken, and they happened to fall on her.
N, what are you doing! How dare you covet my money?With those words, she disappeared from the author's sight. Alas, it wasn't a swift escape, but rather, unfortunately, she was dragged away while being held by her hair.
-Ugh, it hurts. It hurts!
- That, man.. heh, ha..m..
It hurt.
It's hard to bear. Today really seems like a day with no luck at all. Alas, nothing seems to be going my way. I've been caught stealing. And that's my first time... Is it because I have no luck or fortune? Or maybe I'm just like this. The tragic protagonist, who fell from the prestigious daughter of the Yun family to a hapless beggar.
Pfft, slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp
As the violence grew louder, the moans and the pungent taste increased. Now, the moans were coming out of his mouth without his knowledge. He could taste the pungent taste of blood. Perhaps he had sustained wounds not only in his mouth but also in his abdomen and lower body.JjirrJudging by the stinging sensation, the wound seems deep.
Oh my.As I was suffering alone, the merchants continued to beat me mercilessly, as if they were wild beasts that had found their prey. They continued to beat me like a fish in water, as if they had been waiting for someone to catch me.
At that moment, someone's beautiful voice was heard.What are you doing?He approached me with a tone that seemed to grate my nerves, which surprised me. Most of the people who passed by this remote cave were common children who made a living by gathering firewood, or slaves of noble families who had come to hide something. However, judging by the voice, the owner of that beautiful voice was a man, and he seemed neither old nor young. His voice was as if he had just shed his boyish charm. Young and gentle. Such a youthful voice didn't appear often. So, curious about who he was, I forgot the situation and looked up at him.
He frowned, perhaps irritated by the sight of several men assaulting a delicate, thin woman. Then, our eyes met, and in stark contrast to his earlier expression, he smiled. His smile was truly beautiful, but his frown felt familiar, yet somehow unfamiliar.
Ah, the man who harassed my family and eventually framed me as a traitor, killing my parents and siblings... He looked eerily similar to that person. Yes, he seemed to be the exact replica of my mortal enemy, the one I'd always wanted to kill. Truly, luck is never mine. My benefactor resembled my enemy. I felt more vengeful than grateful, and I didn't think I could properly express my gratitude.
First of all, he saved me. Even if it's just a verbal apology, I haven't forgotten the teachings of my family: gratitude should be expressed properly and with sincerity.
As he spoke so casually, I began to think. Well, a place where people with nothing to eat or wear live together isn't a home, so there's no place to live. In times like these, you have to add some spice. Make it a little more pathetic, a little more pitiful.
It's true, but it was emotional. Unlike my father, he seemed to be good at empathizing, so I was curious to see how he would react.
The place he made home was truly astonishing. In fact, it was a sudden call to a home, right when we'd just met. I was taken aback, and even scared he'd lie and take me somewhere. But he offered me a fairly clean, thatched-roof house, though not quite a tile-roofed one. It felt like the best I'd ever found.
What would happen if a false rumor spread that a neat and tidy nobleman had a beggar lover? In the worst case scenario, I would be found out and killed, and he might be branded as a weirdo throughout the capital. Imagine a rumor that a nobleman, especially a junior official, likes beggars instead of neat women. If word spreads, this could become a huge problem. So I must never leave this place or meet him. I need him for revenge, so the latter is absolutely not an option. In conclusion, I must stay inside here. It's neat and tidy in its own way.
I've gained a lot from this house. Nine days have passed since we first met, and his father, my enemy, has discovered his various weaknesses: his womanizing, his enjoyment of luxury, and his tendency to take bribes. Now, someone I know by name, Min Yoongi, has told me everything, thinking I'm just a poor woman. Has he gained some credibility?
And what was truly surprising was that he was the eldest son of that family. Well, when my father was alive, he made a promise to his old friend. He would marry his first son to his first daughter. I was the last and first daughter of the Yun family, and he was the eldest son. To sum it up, if it weren't for his father, he and I could have been married. I think I would have been happy if I had that kind of future with this cute-looking guy.
And sometimes, when he smiles, I feel so happy. It's like silk sold in a market, so soft and smooth. I can't help but want to keep making him smile.
He's been coming to see me lately, under the pretense of checking on my condition. In the months since our first meeting, I can count on one hand the days he hasn't seen me. He comes to me, tells me stories, and smiles warmly. Even today, it's been like that.
"Even if that really happened? The father arbitrarily decided which child to marry.
"I shouldn't ignore filial piety, so I just stayed there. So I said, 'You have a lovely woman named Chohee whom you adore.'"
Chohee, 草嬉. It is a name that means beautiful grass, written with the character for grass, 草嬉, meaning "beautiful." He gave it to me, but I liked it, just like my original name, Yoon Yeo-ju. He said that he gave it to me because he wanted to make sure that even if I was of low social status and looked down on by others, I was still beautiful to him. Well, it was probably just something he said to comfort a woman, but it makes me feel good. It's funny that I became happy just because he said that I looked beautiful to him.
My heart aches because I feel like I'm committing a sin against my parents if I become this happy. The house is burning, my brother and father are executed. I'm the only one who survived, so I don't think I can be happy.
And I need to tell him, this kind man, who I am, but I'm afraid he won't even recognize me, so I can't even bring myself to say anything. I don't have the courage, so I wonder if I can really use him. I have to, so this is just a pointless worry on my part.
Now I understand. What was that wonderful feeling back then? What made me smile? I think I fell for him without even realizing it. It'll never come true, but I must remember my purpose.Revenge, I must stab my enemy.
I already feel like he'll never smile again, and I'm starting to feel a pang of sadness. Tomorrow, will I be able to talk to him? Yoongi, who's been so kind since the first time I saw him... Min Yoongi. He gave me, a boy of unknown status and age, the house of my childhood, and he's so kind, so kind and gentle to the point of foolishness... I'm afraid I'll hurt him.
The morning dawned. I tried to speak to him, but he wasn't there. He must have gone home, so I didn't think much of it. But even at his usual hour of sunrise, he didn't show up, and I began to feel uneasy. I feared he might leave me forever, like my family. Where could he have gone? These uneasy thoughts kept coming back to me, so I called out to him.Yoongi... Min Yoongi...Where the hell did you go...
Was it then? In the midst of that utter anxiety, I saw a chest of drawers. And on top of it, a thin, pale, yellowish object. Ah, it was Korean paper. Hadn't the letter he'd written been written there? It wasn't there when I went to bed last night. If so... perhaps this was written this morning? Without a clue as to what it might say, without even knowing what the paper itself was, I carefully unfolded it. It was indeed a letter. However, the contents were quite disconcerting.
I was torn about how to take this situation. I had no idea what this apology meant. Was it that he was leaving me? Was it that he knew my feelings and was rejecting me? Was it that he was telling me to leave because he had to vacate the house? I had no idea, but seeing his usual gentle and positive words and actions,SorryI had a vague feeling that the word "..." would have a negative connotation. I'm so anxious today... It must just be my own worries.
I cautiously looked out the window at the commotion outside. Just in case, I did it quietly, so as not to be noticed. There seemed to be a man in the yard. Thinking it was Yoon-gi, I happily ran out.
As expected, it was Min Yoongi. But, seeing him come with a knife, I can't live anymore. My first and last love. The letter was just a joke, and it seems like the ending has already been decided, so it's too late to dismiss it as something that happened.
He came at me with a bitter expression, and I was tied up and about to die. Even if I had to die, I had to say what I wanted to say.
"I fell in love with you, Min Do-ryeong."
In the midst of my fading memories, I felt like I could hear and see things. You crying, you saying, "Me too..." Yes, I wish that were true.
Love, love, my short, short love.
My love is too beautiful to just bury.
Is this how it ends, without even getting revenge?
Ah, perhaps it is fortunate that I am dying by the hand of this person I love.
EPIL_
Maybe I knew it from the beginning. I was so absorbed in it that I forgot even the basics: that he would be under surveillance. We were the sun and the stars. A relationship that contained a sweet poison that could harm each other. It was somewhere mysterious, whether it was a bad relationship or a fate. When the sun rises, the stars are not visible. The light is so faint. Even if the stars rise and try to find the sun, the sun has already gone far away, to the other side. That's right, that's right. I forgot. If you write the name Chohee, if you write Cho to see briefly, Hee to shine. It was like our relationship. The sun sets and the stars are revealed. The stars block out the sun and the sun rises. A brief glimpse at dawn. Yes, we seemed to be the sun and the stars.