Thinking about this, an idea popped into my head. I clicked the pause, then enlarged the monitor screen. I moved the cursor and focused on the screen on the license plate number of the taxi and immediately made a note of it. With this hope, I wished I could find Chunghee and apologize to him.

I would never make a mistake that could hurt his feelings — this was the last time — I meant it.

Suddenly the woman opened her voice, "Sir, if you're looking for someone, why don't you call the police station? That would be more helpful. The police know more about 'missing person'."

Instantly the water on my face turned cold when I heard her words as if it was erased by the rain and then froze. I turned my head at her, staring at her with a domineering cold gaze.

When I saw her face that looked both worried and caring, there was a sense of amazement rising to my frozen feelings. I didn't know why she had to show such a face, while she didn't know me at all. We didn't even introduce ourselves to each other when I came to ask for help.

Is this a form of hospitality? Is it supposed to empathize with each other?

To be honest, seeing someone pity me and show concern like that, didn't make me happy at all, it felt the opposite. I didn't like people who showed some kindness in my presence, as if they were mocking me and trampling my pride directly.

However, I didn't want to think about it too much. The most important thing was to find Chunghee as soon as possible.

Even though this woman gave a good suggestion, I couldn't do it. Chunghee purposely left me ... no — I was the one who kicked him out, so this wasn't a case of 'missing'. The only way, for now, was to find him on my own.

Meanwhile, the woman looked confused. There was a hint of fear in his eyes, "What's the matter, sir? Why are you looking at me like that?"

I smiled, then returned my gaze to the monitor screen without giving any response.

After a few minutes in this room, by thanks, I immediately left.

Under the LED street lights, by the side of the road, I stood with hope in my heart. Even though the air was cold, I hardly felt anything and sweat fell on my forehead. I took my cell phone out of my pocket, then started calling Hoonsik.

"Hello, sir?"

"I want you to find a taxi driver with a license plate number 243 5561. Call me as soon as you find him."

"Um, got it, sir."

When I was about to hang up, Hoonsik spoke again in a low voice, "Sir, I'm sorry. I tried to trace Mr. Park's cell phone, but it couldn't because his cell phone was dead and it wasn't connected to maps previously."

I was silent, holding back my emotions by clenching my jaw tightly. Hearing about this, I became even more shocked and anxious. I was indignant and wanted to knock down the LED light beside me. However, since I still had common sense in my head, I only kicked it hard, causing tremor and hum in the lamppost.

I couldn't sue Hoonsik any further for doing what he couldn't. I wasn't able to scold anyone either.

Taking a silent breath, I spoke with an emotion caught in my throat, "What about the surveillance camera footage? Did you find anything?"

He paused for a moment, then answered in a slightly hoarse voice, "I just checked one location in the district, sir, and I saw Mr. Park taking a taxi to District A. I would immediately ask someone to send surveillance camera footage all the way and alert you immediately, sir."

"Alright. Do it directly. I don't want to wait any longer."

Hanging up the phone, I walked towards a small park. Sitting on the bench while leaning my back, resting my body from all this fatigue.

Not wanting to despair, I grabbed my cell phone again and tried to call Chunghee once again. I smiled bitterly, the voice still being heard by the same operator. His number had been inactive since this afternoon.

Amid this chaos, I was reminded of someone, and I assumed that he could help me. I immediately looked for the number on the screen and contacted him after finding his number.

However, seemingly this world didn't want to hear my voice and didn't allow me to ask anyone for help. That person's number was also off, and it made me really want to curse myself and him as well.

I almost lost my sanity and was about to throw my cell phone on the ground. But, thinking that there were still many important things that I needed to do, I abandoned my intention at once and gripped my cell phone firmly.

Suddenly a thought that made my anger spread to the bone flashed through.

I stared blankly ahead, thinking that Kim Daehyun had snatched Chunghee from me. It turned the pent-up anxiety into a complete rage and gathered in my head.

As I could not stand the pressure from within myself, I immediately stood up, kicked everything, and screamed like a madman. I was mad — really mad — but it was with myself for not being able to take care of the one I still loved so badly.

Now, I almost gave up. However, as I didn't want to lose someone precious to me, I suppressed the desire which seemed to tear my throat and took a few breaths to calm myself down.

After feeling calmer, I took a deep breath and then walked back to my apartment. I immediately took off my coat and leaned on the sofa while massaging the bridge of my nose.

My head felt like it was about to explode, but I didn't feel any pain, but a feeling of pressure like a bomb that counted the seconds to explode.

I was like a lost soul right now. I was conscious but not completely conscious. Like a man who felt himself walking, but his head felt like flying. I was in a daze for a while before Chunghee's face came back to life.

Chunghee, come home. Come back to me.

I promise I will treat you well. I won't hit you; will never speak harshly to you ...

A smile tugged at the corners of my lips. Remembering Chunghee's words, I laughed hollowly.

Regarding the person with me on that day ... trust me — you are the only one in my heart right now — you're the only one.

I wanted so badly to say all those expressions to him, to confess my feelings once again that I loved him so much.

I didn't even smoke anymore and I don't drink — at least not as bad as before. I avoided the habits and listened to him only because I wanted to fix our relationship.

Why did I let him go that afternoon? I am a selfless idiot by thinking arrogantly and let him pass!

I knew that ...

All right. It was my fault, having played with other people behind him all this time, thus ignoring him.

After this incident, I promised that if he came back, I would kneel to apologize, even if he wanted me to bow at his feet, then I would!

Right at midnight, after searching for Chunghee's whereabouts for an hour and a half, I felt that I had experienced physical and mental exhaustion which made me really at my weakest point. I wasn't the type of person to complain, but now I really wanted to complain.

However, because of my efforts to get some results, I could still be grateful for all of it. At least, there was a speck of hope I carried as a hope to find him and beg him to come back.

I stood up immediately and walked in weakly to the room as if my feet were carrying two iron balls and my back shouldered a rock. In there, I stared at this room blankly. Usually, Chunghee would always greet me with a smile when I came back, but now he wasn't truly there. I felt so lonely.

I walked over to the empty bed, then sat down on the place where Chunghee often lay, then stroked his pillow gently as if stroking his head while he was asleep.

Even for the day of being abandoned by him, it made me miss him so bad...

What have I done?

All this time, I always left him and made him wait. Not for a day, but without caring, I left him for a long time without giving a word. I really was a bastard!

However, considering my mistakes, there was something that made me even more guilty and caused such tremendous regret that it was gnawing at my chest like a deadly disease; that Chunghee never complained about anything. He never asked: why didn't you come home all this time? What are you doing out there?