Not Just A Memory | Ko Kyung-jun

Title: The Story of How I Was Forced to Swear Never to Get Involved in Ko Kyung-jun's Life Again, Losing My Family, Loved Ones, and Future.

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I love Ko Kyung-jun.

But I will never appear in his life again.

Because I swore it.

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There was a couple at school who were very famous.

Not only because Ko Kyung-jun, known for his curtness and hard-to-read demeanor, had actively confessed his feelings, but also because they were always inseparable, deeply in love.

"Your hair looks so fluffy and cute today, Kyung-jun."

"...Don't mess it up. Just stroke it gently along the strands."

"It's like grooming a dog."

"You always treat me like one anyway."

"You're just like an adorable clingy puppy. You like dogs, don't you, Kyung-jun?"

"..."

"It's true!"

"Fine, I do… We're outside right now."

"So if we're alone at home, I can do whatever I want, right?"

"...Do whatever you like."

The cheerful girl followed Kyung-jun, who casually let her tag along.

To outsiders, it looked like love.

.

Actually, Kyung-jun was the one who confessed to me first, and he would always pull me close, acting cute whenever we were alone. I loved the way he squinted slightly when he tried to be cute, as if it was a face only I got to see.

"What's wrong, Kyung-jun? You're rubbing your face so much."

"...It's nothing."

"You're so cute."

I loved hugging him while running my fingers through his soft, ungelled hair. He smelled nice too—like fresh linen and a hint of citrus. Holding him tight always made me feel like the world was a little brighter.

"...Are you doing that on purpose?"

"Huh?"

"...Patting my head."

"Then I'll keep doing it."

"Hey…"

I also loved the way he looked at me and pretended to be annoyed. I loved Kyung-jun so much. I cherished every moment with him, even the quiet ones when we just sat together, saying nothing at all.

To outsiders, Kyung-jun was "The Aggressor" and "Someone you shouldn’t mess with." But the Kyung-jun in my arms right now was just a spoiled boy acting clingy, his cold exterior melting away whenever we were alone.

"Hey, you have a basketball match coming up, right? Good luck."

"Are you planning to cheer for me?"

"Do you want me to come?"

"..."

"Then I'll make a fan that says 'Kyung-jun ♡ You're Amazing ♡' and bring it."

"Don't you dare."

"But you never say you don't want me to come. I'll definitely be there to cheer for you."

"...Then don't bring the fan."

My boyfriend.

I thought we would be together forever. But now, all that remains are memories—sweet, painful, and unforgettable.