The Male Lead's Boyfriend Is Obsessed With Me

Chapter 88

The beginning was probably on a snowy winter night, when we were left behind in the world.

From the moment I could remember, we were each other’s only world.

It felt like it was our destiny from the moment we were born. I never had any doubts about it.

Since we were born with the same face at the same time, it was natural that we would be the same until the day we die.

“Hey.”

“What’s with the ‘hey,’ calling me ‘oppa’?”

“You were born just a few minutes earlier, so you’re ‘oppa’? Just tie my hair up for me.”

We lived for 16 years, relying on each other in those maze-like alleys.

Fortunately, the first place we encountered on the day we were abandoned was where we found an influential broker, which allowed us to establish ourselves here.

“Are you sick again? Why are you so weak as ‘oppa’? You’re always in your room. Is it because we’re twins that all the strength is on me?”

“Be quiet and go play outside.”

“You won’t be able to say ‘go outside’ after you see this. Ta-da! I made some soup.”

Even though sunlight never reached us during the day, there was never a moment when things seemed dark. It was a satisfying life.

The most brilliant memory was from that day.

When we went up to the roof of the southern building, the sky seemed to spill out with stars.

In the spring, when the weather warmed up, that place was our home. The sky was our ceiling, the wind our walls.

“Oppa.”

The girl who turned around smiled brightly. Her dimples, deeply set into her cheeks, sparkled like the stars in the sky.

Her dazzling blonde hair fluttered against the night sky.

From the beginning of life to now, it was the only thing that was so precious it made me hesitate even to call it precious.

“I want to live like this with you forever.”

Looking at that lovely smile, I thought once more.

We had to be the same until the day we died.

Just a few hours before the world went completely dark and fell into eternal abyss.

* * *

“No way, right?”

Angel, 16 years old. Baek Hyun-Woo intentional murder, confessed and committed suicide.

If it’s Baek Hyun-Woo, isn’t he Baek Ha-Won’s biological father? That means Angel’s sister caused the traffic accident. And their biological mother would have been there too.

‘Chairman Baek Cheon died in a traffic accident involving the government, and it’s famous that it wasn’t just an accident.’

‘The perpetrator who confessed to the police committed suicide.’

Confessing and committing suicide. My head was spinning. The confusion doubled when I faced the face in the paper that looked just like Angel.

“Did I see it wrong?”

When I asked again, Angel smirked and said.

“Is it because you can’t handle the truth right in front of your eyes that you deny it?”

Angel stood up from his seat. The chair he had been sitting in clattered and fell to the floor.

After a moment of intense eye contact, he turned away resolutely.

I hastily stood up and grabbed Angel’s hand. The hand felt so cold it was like it was dead. Chills ran up my arms following the hand I was holding.

He didn’t pull away immediately, but he didn’t look back either. I spoke while looking at Angel’s back.

“If it isn’t true, it’s a lie, but…….”

I couldn’t handle the truths unfolding before my eyes.

Why does everyone hold onto such painful wounds? What should I do seeing them?

“That’s not all.”

But at this moment, my desire to hold onto Angel was definitely not solely driven by fear.

Angel turned his head towards me.

“I don’t believe that all the moments I saw of you were lies.”

I wanted to believe.

The Angel who came back to find me in the alley, the one who told me not to get hurt, the expression when he told me not to go to the casino.

I didn’t think those moments were all clever lies.

The Angel I faced was always anxious, somehow desperate yet full of longing.

“I’m sure there were moments when you were sincere.”

Just like the face looking at me now.

“So I want to know.”

“…….”

“So that I don’t make the wrong choices due to things I didn’t know and later regret.”

Morning came. Everything was now clearly visible that normally would have been hidden.

“Regretting after everything is over, wishing you hadn’t acted in that moment, is too terrifying. I don’t want to stand in front of a reality where nothing can be changed because it’s too late.”

I examined Angel’s face under the bright light. He looked haggard as if he hadn’t slept at all. The hand I was holding trembled slightly.

In my overly bright mind, another face suddenly appeared.

My heart wavered, and I lowered my gaze. By now, maybe 70% of my body was filled with something other than water.

I looked at Angel again and murmured.

“So this isn’t just a pointless meddling, it’s purely for me.”

I didn’t want to regret it. That desperate longing and fear kept me standing.

So I couldn’t let go of this hand even more.

“Tell me, Angel.”

Angel looked down at me without moving a muscle.

As time passed, the feeling of facing a wall made me more anxious.

“Please.”

I added earnestly.

And just after that, the hand was pushed away.

“……No.”

Angel’s eyes were deeply sunk, avoiding the light entirely.

“No.”

Angel said it again, as if reiterating his resolve.

He was already so firmly set that it seemed he would not tolerate any further wavering.

“I can’t go back. This is the best option.”

Muttering as if brainwashing himself beyond mere determination, he appeared desperate. For a moment, I wondered if I could be more desperate than him.

The depth of what had accumulated over such a long time was something I couldn’t even begin to measure.

Angel pulled out a gun with an expressionless face and aimed it at me.

“Go into the room.”

I should have said something, but facing his dull eyes like the black barrel of a gun, my throat closed up. No words could escape my lips.

I saw with my eyes and felt with my body that no matter what I said, it wouldn’t be accepted.

“It would be better if you stopped doing anything.”

Angel said with a sneer towards me. His words acted like shackles, holding me in place.

“Every step you take just causes more people to die.”

His words pierced sharply. My chest turned cold and stiff. I clenched my fists tightly.

“At the swimming pool, I heard even that secretary died.”

The moment I heard that, all strength left me, and I almost collapsed. I barely managed to hold onto my consciousness, stifling the breath that wanted to burst out.

“It can’t be true.”

My vision kept flickering white.

It couldn’t be. It just couldn’t.

Angel sneered.

“Again with that. It’s about time you accepted it.”

* * *

In the end, I could only remain silent and enter the room.

While doing nothing, time ticked away quickly. Cold sweat ran down my back.

I couldn’t tell how many hours had passed, but the sky was becoming increasingly reddish, suggesting that sunset was near.

Even if I faced him again, I didn’t think I could persuade him.

I didn’t know what he intended to gain by using me, but he was so desperate that even a momentary wavering seemed irrelevant.

“Ha…….”

I let out a long sigh and wrapped my trembling hands together.

Broken CCTV fragments were visible on the floor. As soon as I entered the room, I threw whatever I could grab at the CCTV on the ceiling, breaking it.

He must have known, yet he showed no reaction. As if he only needed to ensure I didn’t leave the room.

Not knowing what he planned, my anxiety grew. I had a gut feeling that something was going to happen before the day ended.

“Ultimately…… this is the only way.”

I hadn’t heard the sound of the front door opening from outside. If that was the case, Angel must be the only one here.

I didn’t want to use this method if possible. It was truly a last resort.

But now seemed to be the last chance to use this method.

The more the sky darkened, the more certain I became.

“……Angel.”

I looked up at the sky beyond the window and murmured.

“Can you hear me now?”

I didn’t think there was just one CCTV in sight. Even if it was just the one I broke, it wouldn’t change anything, but I hoped Angel might hear this.

“Since you left this here, you must have known I would use it like this.”

The thing tightly gripped in my hand was cold, like ice. I recalled the moment I was pulled up from the water.

I didn’t know what was happening, but the sight through the wet eyes looked like crying, a moment that felt dreamlike.

“Maybe even now, I might feel sorry for you in this situation.”

I got up from the bed. There was no hesitation in my steps forward anymore.

“Like you said, failing to take care of my own life pathetically.”

If I wanted to feel sympathy, I should pity my own situation. A child who from the start lied, kept lying, and eventually pushed me into a pit—what is there to feel sorry for?

“I’ll do as you wish.”

I spoke with a mix of a scoff, tightening my grip on the hand.

“You’d rather I were dead.”

And I threw the chair with all my might towards the red sky.