[All] [Park Bo-gum Kim Yoo-jung Marriage] "The Sword - Moonlight that Sinks into the End" Episode 1

Beep beep beep!! Beep beep beep!!

 

 

 

 

Bogum woke up to the sound of his alarm in the morning.

 

After staring blankly at the cracks in the ceiling of the goshiwon (a cheap lodging facility) for a few seconds, he twisted his body and got up. His hips buckled, but he washed his face as if nothing had happened and buttoned up his shirt one button at a time.

 

"Ugh... I overslept... I just need to brush my teeth and get out."

 

I slung my bag over my shoulder and ran out of the house. Hanging from the worn-out bag was a kendo keychain I used in high school.

 

 

The sword was something that a big brother from the orphanage had secretly bought for him on his birthday. At that time, Bogum loved kendo. Even though he only happened to touch it, it somehow suited him perfectly, and he believed it was the only thing that belonged to him.

 

But kendo is expensive. Entering a tournament requires equipment, lessons, and time. The orphanage could not provide the support.

In the end, he had to put his dreams on the back burner and focus all his energy on his university entrance exams.

 

While receiving a scholarship, he worked part-time jobs to pay for his tuition. He was not able to prepare properly for his job hunt, and ended up joining the company later than his peers.

Now he is just an ordinary office worker, working in the Sales Department 2 of an unnamed small or medium-sized company.

 

"Assistant Park, rewrite that report before the meeting. Also, how did the matter with the client last week go?"

 

 

"Well... I haven't heard back yet--"

 

"That's why I told you to call me! Stop just texting me. Are you going to do your job?"

 

It was always like this at work.

I rarely heard people say things like "You're doing a great job," and more often than not people got angry and asked, "Why can't you do this?"

If you make even one mistake, all you get in return is cold stares from your colleagues and sighs from your superiors.

During my lunch break, I went up to the roof alone and while eating a convenience store bento, I had a sudden thought.

 

"...I really wish...I could just disappear.

Without anyone knowing,

I wish I could just quietly disappear.”

 

After working overtime, it's finally time to head home.
The winter winds blew sharply.

 

As I was crossing the footbridge, I felt something strange.

Bogum slowly looked to the side.

 

 

 

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There was a girl standing on the railing of a footbridge, about to fall off at any moment.

Her long black hair and the hem of her white dress fluttered in the cold wind.

 

If I took one step, I might fall - it was such a precarious position.

Bogum shouted unconsciously.

 

"There! What are you doing?!
…Please get off quickly!!!"

 

The girl slowly turned her face towards me.

Eyes that had lost their light. A face that looked somehow familiar.

 

 

"…Be quiet. You're too noisy."

 

"What? Ah, be careful! What are you doing right now?!"

 

"..."

 

 

"Even if it's hard now,

Happy days will come again! I'm serious! So...!"

 

"...Fufu. Thank you for the final encouragement.

Thanks to you, my heart feels a little warmer."

 

The girl gently closed her eyes.
And then... he lost his balance and tipped under the footbridge.

 

Bogum instinctively jumped out.

 

 

"Wait!!!"

 

He quickly reached out and grabbed the girl, but he misjudged the strength and they both fell to the bottom.

The lights of the city receded into the distance, and the sound of the wind swirled in my ears.

 

 

It all felt like it was in slow motion.

He closed his eyes.

 

 

“…I have no luck or fortune.
But it's alright. The fact that I managed to hold on this long was a miracle in itself.

 

 

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At that moment――

My heart thumped, thump.

 

A burst of breath escaped from the back of his throat and his eyes suddenly opened.

And then he saw the girl looking down at him.

But she was no longer the girl in the white dress.

 

Her hair was beautifully braided and she was wearing a soft peach-colored traditional Korean dress.

And he spoke to him:

 

 

"What are you thinking so deeply about?"

 

 

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