Characters:
Min Jae — soft-hearted, artistic, calm; dreams of being an illustrator.
Seo Haneul — bright, impulsive, fiercely loyal; dreams of becoming a firefighter.
Age: Same age (both 22 at the start).
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1. Meeting in Spring
Min Jae remembered the first time he met Seo Haneul as sharply as one remembers the moment they first learned the sky had a color.
It was in elementary school, spring festival day, when the cherry blossoms were falling so thick it looked like it was snowing. Min Jae had been crying behind the bike racks because some boys had destroyed his sketchbook. Haneul simply appeared—loud, bright, messy-haired—and said:
“Hey, why are you crying? Want me to beat them up?”
Min Jae sniffed. “…No.”
“Okay, then I’ll sit with you.”
Haneul dropped his backpack, sat cross-legged beside him, and handed him a piece of candy that tasted like watermelon.
That was how they became friends.
Not with promises.
Just presence.
They stayed inseparable through middle school, high school, and their first years of university. People joked they were joined at the hip. Teachers teased that if one skipped class, the other must be sick too.
They were just friends.
It was simple.
It was everything.
Until it wasn’t.
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2. Unwilling Distance
At twenty-two, it began to change.
Haneul grew sharper. His smile didn’t reach his eyes anymore. He talked more about fear—fear of failing, fear of being useless, fear of not being enough.
Min Jae grew quieter. The more he liked Haneul, the more he feared ruining their friendship.
They drifted. Gently. Painfully.
One night, sitting on the rooftop of their apartment building, Haneul suddenly said:
“I think… I depended on you too much.”
Min Jae’s heart stuttered.
“…No, you didn’t.”
“I did. If you weren’t here, I don’t think I’d know how to live.”
Min Jae swallowed hard.
“You do know. You’re stronger than you think.”
“Maybe.” Haneul leaned back, looking at the stars. “But it scares me. Wanting someone this much.”
Min Jae stared at him, hands trembling on his lap.
“Haneul… do you mean—”
“No,” Haneul said quickly, getting up. “Forget I said anything.”
And he walked away.
That night, spring tasted like winter for the first time.
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3. The Confession That Didn’t Happen
Two weeks later, they fought.
It was stupid, small, and everything they’d avoided for years.
“You’ve been avoiding me,” Min Jae said.
“I haven’t,” Haneul replied, not meeting his eyes.
“You have. You don’t come to class with me. You don’t eat with me. You barely talk—”
“You’re the one who started acting weird!”
“Because I—”
Because I love you.
Min Jae could not say it.
He felt it, burning like fever in his throat, but the words stayed stuck.
Haneul stepped back.
“…Maybe we need space.”
It was the first time they’d willingly spent a day apart.
Then a week.
Then two.
Min Jae cried silently every night.
Haneul drowned himself in training at the fire academy.
Both of them were miserable.
Neither of them said a word.
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4. Winter Comes Early
On the coldest day of December, a fire broke out in an old apartment building near the university.
Haneul, still a trainee, rushed in without waiting for orders—not out of bravado, but instinct. Someone was trapped on the sixth floor.
Min Jae heard the news from a stranger on the bus. His blood turned to ice.
He ran.
He didn’t remember how he reached the building; only that the smoke stained the sky grey and that his legs moved without breath.
“Haneul!” he screamed at the barricades. “Seo Haneul! Is he inside?!”
No one answered.
Five minutes.
Ten minutes.
Twenty.
Every second was a knife.
And then, through the smoke, Haneul stumbled out—soot covering his face, coughing, barely able to stand, but alive.
Alive.
Min Jae pushed past the crowd and threw himself at him.
“You idiot!” he sobbed. “You stupid, reckless idiot—why would you go in alone?!”
Haneul coughed weakly. “Someone… needed help.”
“You could have died!”
“I’d do it again.”
He looked at Min Jae then, really looked at him.
“…I thought you didn’t care anymore.”
Min Jae shook. “I care. I’ve always cared. I—”
But Haneul collapsed in his arms, unconscious.
The confession died again.
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5. The Beginning They Almost Had
Haneul recovered slowly. Smoke inhalation, minor burns, exhaustion. Min Jae stayed by his side every day, refusing to leave even when nurses told him to rest.
One night, as the ward slept, Haneul whispered:
“You know, I wanted to tell you something… before we fought.”
“I know,” Min Jae said softly. “Me too.”
Haneul’s fingers curled around his.
“I think I—”
The door burst open. A nurse rushed in. Haneul coughed violently, alarms went off, and his oxygen mask was placed back.
The moment was gone.
It felt like the universe itself didn’t want them to say the words.
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6. Spring That Never Arrived
After months of rehab, Haneul returned home.
He smiled again, but Min Jae could see the shadows under it. Trauma lived in the spaces between his breaths.
Still, they grew close again.
Close enough that people stopped asking if they were dating and began assuming they were.
But they still never spoke the truth.
It was as if the words “I love you” were cursed—every attempt destroyed by timing, fear, or fate.
Min Jae finally decided he’d confess on the first spring day.
He bought flowers. Cleaned his room. Practiced the words until they no longer choked him.
But spring never came.
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7. The Accident
On the very day Min Jae planned to confess, Haneul called him. His voice was trembling.
“Jae… I think someone’s following me.”
“What? Where are you?”
“Near the river. I—Jae, I’m scared.”
“Stay there. I’m coming.”
Min Jae ran across the city like a madman.
By the time he reached the river, the world had changed.
Haneul lay on the bridge, pale, blood staining his shirt. A drunk driver had swerved onto the sidewalk. The bystanders were shouting. Someone was calling an ambulance.
Min Jae fell to his knees.
“Haneul,” he whispered, hands shaking as he lifted him. “No. No, stay awake.”
Haneul looked up at him, eyes half-open.
“Jae… I was going to tell you today.”
“Tell me now. Please. Tell me.”
“I… love…”
His voice cracked.
“…you.”
And Min Jae shattered.
He pressed his forehead to Haneul’s.
“I love you too. I always have. Haneul, stay with me—stay—”
The ambulance arrived.
But it was too late.
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8. The Choice
Haneul didn’t die immediately.
He survived two more days in critical care, unconscious but breathing.
Min Jae stayed constantly by his side.
Doctors told him the truth:
“Even if he wakes up, there will be severe brain damage.”
Min Jae held Haneul’s hand, tears falling silently.
“You promised we’d see the first snow together,” he whispered. “You said we’d go to Busan in summer. You said you’d model for my art portfolio. Don’t break promises now. Please…”
But Haneul did not wake.
On the third night, when the hospital grew silent and the lights dimmed, Min Jae leaned down and kissed Haneul’s cold knuckles.
“I’ll follow you,” he whispered. “Not now… but soon. I don’t know how to live without you.”
He meant it.
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9. The Second Death
But fate was crueler still.
The grief hollowed Min Jae. Every memory hurt. Every breath felt like betrayal—how dare he breathe when Haneul couldn’t?
One month after the funeral, unable to bear the silence, Min Jae walked to the same river bridge where the accident happened.
He didn’t jump.
He didn’t have to.
Another car, another drunk driver, another flash of headlights—
This time, there was no ambulance fast enough.
People later whispered:
“Two young men. Best friends. Died one month apart.”
But they weren’t just best friends.
They were love stories that never got to bloom.
Two confessions spoken too late.
Two lives cut short before their spring.
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10. Epilogue — The Gentle Ending They Deserved
If fate had been kinder, they would have kissed under cherry blossoms.
If fate had been kinder, they would have grown old together—Min Jae drawing in the sunlit living room while Haneul drank coffee too hot, complaining playfully.
If fate had been kinder, they would have lived.
But fate was not.
Yet… death was.
Because sometimes the universe takes, and sometimes—very rarely—it gives back.
Some say that on clear winter nights near the river, two figures can be seen walking hand in hand.
One with messy hair, laughing.
One with gentle eyes, smiling softly.
Two shadows that never separate.
Two souls that found each other again.
The spring that finally came—
in a world beyond this one.
