Yucheong (유청)

When I was young there was a hyung whom I adored; he was the only light in my world, but that light drove me into the dark. I yearned for him. Even as my anger ate me up inside, I still loved that hyung. For 14 years I’ve asked, "Why can't you choose me? Why don't you need me? Hyung, why do you keep driving me crazy?" "It's that fucking sickness talking" After crossing paths again, the long-buried memories and desires of my childhood began to resurface. Even though I desperately tried to resist it at first, I was gradually becoming addicted to the feeling of finally indulging in what I had wanted all along.