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I tried to die today.

I don't know anything anymore.

Her mind muttered something like that. She didn't even utter a word, but the thought was chillingly cold.

It wasn't a cold day, but the wind blowing across the rooftop was chilly.

The sun was setting, and the shadows of the buildings were stretching out under the evening light.

Im Go-eun, twenty-six.

After graduating from college, she joined a large entertainment agency and took her first steps as a staff member behind the scenes of her dream stage, but reality was not on her side at all.

"Because I'm a low-level employee." "Because I'm a newbie."

Unnecessary instructions and chores that started just for that reason.

But it gradually crossed the line, and at some point it became beyond the scope of what could be described as ‘subtle’ bullying.

They couldn't even protest. With no one to take their side, they all clung together tightly, and she alone was isolated.

Self-pointing and laughing, unnecessary overtime, repetitive instructions.

And at home, only more hellish words flew in.

"Send some money. You're the only one." "Who are you to ignore your family?"

"Did you learn that at orphanage? We didn't bring you back for nothing. If you've improved, you should take responsibility."

In order not to break down, she endured each day without saying a word, like a stone.

I lived thinking that things would get a little better when the family that abandoned her at the orphanage came back and took her in.

As even a stone breaks, today she fell apart.

The rooftop was quiet. There was no one there.

I didn't mean to come here to die, but when I actually stood there, I thought it might be okay to end it like that.

If I had to choose just one regret, it would be this.

The child I wanted to protect. A small hand that, like my own, had been abandoned.

It was so sad that I couldn't be by that child's side any longer.

임고은

"You've worked hard, really..."

She closed her eyes tightly, preparing to say goodbye to this whole world.

At that moment, a very surprised cry came from behind.

도겸(석민)

“Eww?!! What are you doing right now?!!”

Go-eun, surprised, reflexively looked back.

There stood a familiar face. Seventeen's Dokyeom and Lee Seokmin. He was standing there.

Maybe he came up for a short rest. There was definitely no one there.

He was looking at her with an expression full of surprise and amazement.

임고은

“…Dokyeom…?”

도겸(석민)

“Oh, no, wait a minute… Are you… really… that’s what you were going to do?”

Dokyeom's words were twisted.

As if he didn't understand the situation, his eyes were wide, his voice was trembling, and his feet rested unsteadily on the rooftop.

도겸(석민)

“…Really…Why would you think that…”

Go Eun didn't say anything. Dokyeom's eyes were shaking in a complex manner.

He hesitated for a moment, then suddenly realized something and rushed over to her, grabbing her arm.

도겸(석민)

“No!”

When he grabbed her arm, her body swayed slightly, and Dokyeom reflexively pulled her down from the railing.

Go Eun gasped in surprise at the sudden movement, and the two of them stood still, some distance away from the rooftop railing.

Only then did Dokyeom speak, breathing heavily.

도겸(석민)

"...This...isn't a good idea." "I don't know what happened, but...

도겸(석민)

Still… even if it hurts enough to kill me… I don’t think this is right.”

Those words. That voice.

Dokyeom was flustered, but he was looking at her with a slightly desperate look in his eyes.

Go Eun stared blankly at his face.

For that moment, it felt like someone had recognized my existence.