****SEQUEL TO WALKING IN THE WIND**** "How amusing! " "What?" "The fact that you have the audacity to show your fucking face after all these years." "Didn't know idols could curse." [Do read Walking in the Wind. Most of the events will be related to it.]

Lee Heeseung wanted a quiet life. Park Sunghoon wanted his freedom. Instead, an arranged marriage trapped them together. ​They absolutely loathe each other, but while Heeseung prefers cold distances, Sunghoon chooses...the opposite. Armed with sharp wits and a petty streak a mile wide, Sunghoon makes it his personal mission to test Heeseung's boundaries at every turn. He knows exactly which buttons to push, and he pushes them relentlessly. But playing with fire is a dangerous game, and Sunghoon is about to learn that when Heeseung finally loses his temper, the heat is entirely unmanageable.

"𝚆𝚑𝚘 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚎, 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎." "𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎, 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚞𝚙." "𝙾𝚑, 𝚜𝚘 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗...? 𝙱𝚊𝚋𝚎...?" ___________________ Heeseung should have called. That thought had haunted him every day since. He should have called Sunghoon before leaving the apartment. Should have woken him up. Should have kissed his forehead one more time. Should have explained. Instead, he had stood in the airport terminal with his phone in his hand, staring at Sunghoon's contact. His thumb hovering over the call button. One call. That was all it would take. "I'm sorry." "I love you." "I'll explain everything." "Please trust me." The words sat in his chest, desperate to get out. He hated this. Hated leaving. Hated lying. Hated the look Sunghoon would have when he eventually found out. Just get on the plane, he told himself. Explain later. Fix it later. That was always his mistake. Thinking there would always be a later. He reached the boarding gate. People were already lining up. A flight attendant smiled politely. Heeseung took one more look at his phone. At Sunghoon's name. His thumb finally moved. The call started ringing. A hand grabbed his wrist. Hard. Heeseung looked up sharply. A stranger stood there. "Don't get on that plane." The words hit like ice water. "What?" The stranger's grip tightened. "Please." The stranger looked toward the gate. Then back at Heeseung. And said four words that would change everything. "That plane won't land." Sunghoon was still asleep. Completely unaware that by the end of the day, the world would believe Lee Heeseung was dead.

"𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝?" "𝙻𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚜..." "𝙰𝚑, 𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚢...𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝙻𝚒𝚊𝚛 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠" Sunghoon thought he had friends, until the truth proved otherwise. Their loyalty was an act, their promises empty. He wasn always the joke, never the priority. Too proud to break in front of them, he leaves, and never returned. As the years passes, he found himself storming into a quiet café after school. There he meets Sunoo, a boy glowing with unfamiliar warmth - iced drink in hand, scribbling in a notebook like pain hasn't reached him. They speak only briefly, accidental meeting, small conversation, but it leaves a mark Sunghoon can't shake. Sunoo doesn't push, doesn't pry - he simply shares a moment of calm that feels oddly sincere. One encounter leads to another, and through Sunoo, Sunghoon is introduced to someone he swore he'd never face again: A liar. The one thing he hates most. The very thing that broke his trust. But now the liar stands before him - not a memory, but real, breathing, and disturbingly tied to the same thread of connection Sunoo had handed him without knowing. Sunghoon thought betrayal was his ending. He was wrong - it was the start.

"He hates me!" That's what Park Sunghoon kept telling himself every time Lee Heeseung made his life miserable. But why does Heeseung looks at him like that...