Rainbow After Rain

CHAPTER 1: An Unexpected Encounter

The sun began to rise slowly behind the tall buildings of Seoul, casting golden rays of light over the bustling streets. Moon Kang-tae, as usual, was at the bus stop, waiting for the ride to work. Every morning felt the same to him—a ritual that never changed. He stared straight ahead, his mind already filled with the to-do list that awaited him at the psychiatric hospital where he worked.

Next to him, Moon Sang-tae stood with an anxious expression. The middle-aged man tightly clutched his bag filled with drawing papers and colored pencils. His face was serious, though there was something almost nervous in his eyes. Whenever someone passed too close to him, he would back away slightly, as if afraid of being touched. For Kang-tae, such behavior was part of everyday life. His brother, who had autism, had many fears and anxieties that were invisible to outsiders. But for Kang-tae, he knew very well how to deal with Sang-tae's every reaction.

Their bus finally arrives, and Kang-tae leads Sang-tae inside, finding a comfortable seat by the window. As usual, Sang-tae immediately takes out his paper and begins to draw, this time a scene involving many colorful butterflies. For Sang-tae, drawing is a world he can escape to, a place where he doesn’t have to deal with the emotional turmoil that often comes without warning.

Kang-tae watches Sang-tae intently, making sure that his brother is okay, at least for now. His heart wishes that this burden could be lightened—that he wouldn’t have to be on guard every second. But he knows that it’s just a dream. His life is tied to the role of Sang-tae’s guardian, and that role will never change. This monotonous routine is the only thing that’s stable in his life, and though it’s hard, he’s never really considered the alternative. For him, taking care of Sang-tae is the only way he can go.

The bus stops in front of OK Mental Hospital, where Kang-tae works. He helps Sang-tae off the bus, then leads his brother by the hand across the sidewalk to the hospital entrance. The place has never really felt foreign to them, since Sang-tae often comes with Kang-tae when he has to work. Still, Sang-tae is uneasy every time they arrive there. The atmosphere of the hospital, with all its pressure and instability, often makes Sang-tae’s anxiety worse.

"Take it easy, hyung. I'll be right back after my shift is over," Kang-tae said, trying to reassure his brother.

Sang-tae nodded wordlessly, his eyes still watching every movement around him. As Kang-tae led his brother to a quiet break room behind the hospital, he made sure Sang-tae was comfortable enough with his pencil case and drawing paper. After making sure everything was okay, Kang-tae finally headed to the nurses' station to begin his work.

It seemed like a normal day—helping patients come and go, caring for the lonely, listening to the plight of those left on the fringes of life. But something was different. When Kang-tae entered the nurses’ station, the atmosphere was livelier than usual. His colleagues were gathered near the front desk, whispering excitedly.

“What’s going on?” Kang-tae asked as he put his briefcase on the table.

“Ah, Kang-tae, haven’t you heard?” one of the nurses, Jin-ju, replied with sparkling eyes. “Author Ko Moon-young is coming here today! She’s holding a book signing event for the child patients on the second floor.”

Kang-tae just nodded vaguely. The name Ko Moon-young sounded familiar, but he never paid much attention to such things. His life was too busy to follow news about celebrities or famous writers. However, from the way Jin-ju and some of the other nurses reacted, it was clear that Moon-young's arrival was something big.

“She’s really famous, you know,” Jin-ju added, not wanting to miss the opportunity to explain further. “The most successful children’s book author in Korea. Her last book even won a bunch of international awards!”

Hearing the words “children’s books,” Kang-tae thought for a moment about Sang-tae. Maybe, if Sang-tae saw Moon-young’s work, he would like it. His brother had always been interested in the world of illustrations and fantasy stories that often appeared in children’s books. But, it was just a fleeting thought that he quickly put aside. That day he just wanted to finish his work and make sure Sang-tae was okay.

As the book signing event begins, the hospital begins to feel more crowded. The staff tries hard to keep it quiet, but curious patients keep peering into the hall where Ko Moon-young sits at a long table, ready to greet the children and their families. Kang-tae, who usually keeps his distance from such crowds, remains busy with his duties, monitoring adult patients who often suffer from anxiety disorders or severe depression.

In the midst of his busy schedule, Kang-tae sees a patient who is starting to get restless. She is an old woman named Mrs. Park, who often throws tantrums whenever she feels neglected. This time, she starts screaming for no apparent reason, drawing the attention of many people.

“Don’t let them come any closer! Butterflies! The butterflies are coming again!” Mrs. Park shouted in a trembling voice, her eyes staring at the ceiling.

Kang-tae immediately approaches her, trying to gently calm her down. He is used to these kinds of outbursts. Some patients in the hospital often project their trauma or fears onto things that have nothing to do with reality. Kang-tae speaks softly and empathetically, making sure that Mrs. Park does not feel alone.

“It’s okay, Mom. The butterflies aren’t real. You’re safe here,” he said, trying to make his voice as gentle as possible.

But at that moment, when Kang-tae was busy taking care of Mrs. Park, a cold voice sounded from behind him, breaking the silence he had just created.

“Butterflies? Interesting.”

Kang-tae turned quickly, and there stood a young woman with long black hair, wearing expensive clothes that contrasted with the all-white atmosphere of the hospital. The woman's eyes were sharp, as if studying every small detail around her, as if she was in a room full of puzzles. This is Ko Moon-young, the writer who was the center of attention that day.

Moon-young looks at Mrs. Park with a strange fascination, as if looking at an interesting object of study. There is no warmth in her eyes, only a sharp, unexpected curiosity. Kang-tae can feel discomfort creeping up his spine as he tries to shield Mrs. Park from her gaze.

“You’re the writer Ko Moon-young, right?” Kang-tae asks, trying to remain professional.

Moon-young didn't answer right away, just turned her gaze towards Kang-tae. A faint smile appeared at the corner of her lips, a smile that was meaningful but also seemed like a mockery.

"That's right," he answered shortly, his voice full of confidence. "The butterfly this woman was talking about, did she see it in a dream? Or something more... real?"

Kang-tae is a little taken aback by the question. Usually, people don’t jump right into a conversation about a patient’s delusions, especially a celebrity like Moon-young who’s supposed to be here just to entertain kids with her book. There’s something odd about her demeanor, as if she’s more interested in the darkness behind trauma than the light behind healing.

“He suffered from trauma,” Kang-tae replies curtly, avoiding details. “It’s part of his condition.”

Moon-young nods, but her eyes don't leave Mrs. Park. She leans in a little closer, making Kang-tae wary.

“Trauma... always leaves interesting traces,” he said quietly. “People might call them crazy, but I think they just... perceive the world differently.”

Kang-tae feels the awkwardness growing, but before he can respond, Moon-young has turned and walked away, leaving behind a brief but sharp whiff of luxurious perfume. One thing is for sure: she is not what he imagined.

That day, Kang-tae continues to be troubled by his strange encounter with Ko Moon-young. There is something he cannot fathom about her—an unusual mix of charm and darkness. And unbeknownst to him, that brief encounter will be the beginning of a major change in his life.

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CHAPTER 2: The Invisible Wound

Night had begun to creep in when Moon Kang-tae arrived at the small apartment he and his brother shared. Sang-tae had already gone home with the help of one of Kang-tae's coworkers at the hospital. After a hard day at the psychiatric ward, Kang-tae's body was tired, but as usual, his mind was full. The burden of responsibility that always hung on his shoulders never really disappeared, even when he was home.

As he enters the apartment, he sees Sang-tae sitting at the dining table, busy drawing. Papers are scattered around him, each filled with drawings that reflect Sang-tae’s worries—butterflies, butterflies everywhere. Kang-tae stares silently, feeling deep sympathy for his brother, but also an unavoidable weariness. After all, he has lived with the same scenery for too long.

"Hyung, have you had dinner?" Kang-tae asked as he took off his jacket.

Sang-tae doesn’t answer right away. His eyes are still glued to the pencil on his paper, trying to finish a small detail on the butterfly wing he just drew. After a moment, he nods slowly without looking at Kang-tae.

"Yes," he finally answered, in a flat tone. "But these butterflies... they're getting more and more."

Kang-tae pauses at that answer. It’s not the first time Sang-tae has complained about butterflies. To him, the symbol is more than just imagination—it’s a manifestation of a past trauma that still haunts every aspect of his life. And in his silence, Kang-tae feels the same pain. Not just because of the butterfly, but because of the fact that Sang-tae can never truly escape the darkness their trauma brings.

“Don’t worry, hyung. I’m here. The butterflies aren’t real,” Kang-tae says softly as he approaches the table, trying to reassure his brother, even though he knows his words can’t always dispel deep-seated fears.

Sang-tae just nodded without looking at him, and went back to focusing on his drawing. Kang-tae took a deep breath, then walked to the kitchen to heat up some food. This routine had been established for so long, and even though he was tired, he knew it was the only way they could survive. That night, like many others, would pass in silence filled with the pain hidden behind the daily routine.

After a quiet dinner, Kang-tae cleans up the dishes, while Sang-tae remains lost in his own world. Kang-tae’s thoughts drift back to the events at the hospital that day, especially about Ko Moon-young. The encounter with the woman continues to haunt his mind. There’s something about the way she speaks—the way she touches on trauma as if it’s something to be studied and explored coldly, almost without emotion. It’s an unusual approach, one that makes Kang-tae uncomfortable, but at the same time, intriguing.

Moon-young seems like someone who has never been bound by social norms. She dares to speak about things that others avoid, even in front of people who are suffering. And more than that, there is a kind of emptiness behind her cold gaze. It is as if she herself has such deep wounds, but chooses to hide them behind an arrogant and confident persona.

Kang-tae remembers the faint smile that had appeared at the corner of Moon-young’s lips when they had talked about trauma. It was not a genuine smile, but it held a deeper meaning, like someone who had seen the darkness and made it a part of her life. Moon-young seemed like someone who had come to terms with her trauma—or at least used it as a weapon against the world. It was a stark contrast to Sang-tae, who was still trapped in his own fears and anxieties.

As Kang-tae ponders, there is a sudden knock on the apartment door, startling him out of his reverie. Who could be coming this late at night? He glances at the clock on the wall, it is almost nine at night. Not many people know where they live, let alone visit unannounced.

With a feeling of suspicion, Kang-tae walks to the door and opens it slightly. Behind the door, stands Ko Moon-young, smiling in the same arrogant manner as before. Her slender hands hold a small bag, while her sharp eyes stare directly at Kang-tae without any hesitation.

“You?” Kang-tae sounded confused, almost unable to believe the sight before him.

Moon-young ignores the surprise, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. Her presence is like a cold wind that suddenly invades the previously quiet apartment. The scent of her usual luxurious perfume immediately fills the small room.

“This place is… so simple,” he commented dryly, looking around the sparsely decorated apartment. “You live a completely different life than I expected.”

Kang-tae quickly closed the door behind him, confused by this unexpected arrival. “Why are you here? How did you know this place?” he asked, his voice reflecting discomfort.

Moon-young smiled slightly, her eyes gleaming with mystery. “I have my own ways. Besides, aren’t you an interesting person? I’m always drawn to people who have a story to hide.”

Kang-tae is speechless, not knowing how to respond. Moon-young's audacity to just show up at his house unannounced, coupled with her enigmatic way of speaking, makes this situation even more difficult to understand. What does she really want?

As they were still looking at each other with strange intensity, footsteps suddenly sounded from the living room. Sang-tae appeared in the doorway, holding one of the butterfly drawings in his hand. His eyes immediately fell on Moon-young, and he paused for a moment, as if not knowing how to react.

“Butterfly,” Sang-tae murmured in a low voice, pointing to the picture in his hand. “Do you see it too?”

Moon-young, who usually doesn't care much about other people, seems interested. She approaches Sang-tae in slow motion, examining the picture he's holding carefully. A strange smile appears on her lips.

"Ah, butterflies," he said in a gentle tone, as if he were speaking to a small child. "They fly, free from this chaotic world. Maybe the truly lucky ones can fly anywhere without fear."

Sang-tae doesn't answer, but there's something in his expression that suggests he's listening intently. Moon-young stares at the butterfly drawing for a moment longer than expected, before finally turning her gaze to Kang-tae.

“Your brother… he’s interesting,” Moon-young says, not sounding like a compliment, but not an insult either. “He sees the world in his own way, a way that’s very different from other people. That makes me curious.”

Kang-tae, who was usually calm, felt anger slowly growing inside him. He didn't like the way Moon-young spoke of her brother, as if Sang-tae was just an experimental subject to be analyzed. Sang-tae was a human being, not an object to be explored for someone's amusement.

“I don’t know what your purpose in coming here is, but if you just want to play around with our lives, you better leave,” Kang-tae said in a stern tone, his eyes glaring at Moon-young.

Moon-young stared at him expressionlessly, but the faint smile on her lips did not fade. She did not seem offended, on the contrary, she seemed to be even more interested in Kang-tae.

“You’re interesting. Very interesting,” Moon-young says in a low voice, as if talking to herself. “But okay, I’ll go for now.”

With graceful movements, Moon-young steps towards the door, but before leaving, she turns around for a moment, looking at Kang-tae one more time.

“You may think I came here for selfish reasons. Maybe that’s true. But don’t think that you’re the only one who’s hurt in this life. The wounds are everywhere, even in me. We just have different ways of covering them up.”

After saying that, Moon-young left, leaving Kang-tae with mixed feelings. The whole situation felt so surreal. Kang-tae stood there, staring at the door that had just closed, trying to comprehend what had happened. But one thing was for sure: the encounter with Ko Moon-young was not something he could easily forget.

And amidst the chaos, Sang-tae is lost in his own world, drawing butterflies nonstop. Meanwhile, Kang-tae, though reluctant to admit it, feels a new feeling starting to grow—an unusual curiosity about the mysterious woman.

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CHAPTER 3: Digging into the Darkness

The following days pass quickly, but Kang-tae feels as if time has stopped. His routine remains the same—working at the hospital, coming home, and taking care of Sang-tae. However, in the back of his mind, thoughts of Ko Moon-young keep spinning. There is something both disturbing and intriguing about her, and Kang-tae can’t ignore it.

At the hospital, he tries hard to focus on his duties. Every day, he serves the patients patiently, giving them the care they need, but sometimes, when he looks out the window, the image of Moon-young's face will appear in his mind. It's as if the woman has left an indelible mark on his life.

On the third day after his meeting, during his lunch break, Kang-tae sits alone in the hospital dining room. He stirs the food on his plate without really thinking about the taste or texture. Across the table, his coworker, Yoo Jin-hee, is chatting happily with a few other colleagues. They are laughing and having a good time, while Kang-tae is caught up in his own daydream.

“Hey, Kang-tae! Why do you look like a zombie?” Jin-hee asked with a smile, noticing his haggard face. “Did you not get enough sleep? Or maybe you’ve fallen in love?”

Kang-tae snaps out of his reverie, looking at Jin-hee with a confused look. “Love? No, that’s impossible,” he replies quickly, feeling uneasy. “I just… have been thinking a lot.”

“Oh? About what?” Jin-hee teased, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. “Is it about a girl? Because if so, I can help. I know a lot about love matters.”

A small smile appears on Kang-tae's face, but it quickly disappears as he remembers Moon-young. “It's nothing like that. I just... feel confused about some things.”

Jin-hee nods, understanding Kang-tae’s uncertainty. “You know, life is full of mysteries. Sometimes, we need to accept the uncertainty and let things flow. If there’s something bothering you, it might be good to talk about it.”

Kang-tae wants to tell her everything that happened, but he feels like there are no words to explain what he feels. A brief encounter can make him feel like a bigger world is waiting out there, but at the same time, he feels trapped in his own emotional darkness. “I’ll be okay,” he replies softly, trying to reassure himself as well.

After the break is over, Kang-tae returns to the ward. Inside, he feels trapped in a deeper confusion. Before continuing his work, he tries to focus on his patient, but his mind wanders back to Moon-young. His thoughts about her are like a magnet that he can't ignore. Especially when he starts to find out more about her.

That night, after returning to his apartment, Kang-tae decides to look up information about Ko Moon-young. He opens his laptop, types her name into a search engine, and expects something useful to come up. A slew of articles and news stories appear on the screen, most of them related to the books she has written—novellas known for their dark and complex themes, depicting human trauma and helplessness.

One article caught his attention. It was an interview with Moon-young who talked about her creative process. She explained how her life experiences, filled with pain and loss, shaped her perspective on the world and art. She revealed that writing was a way to channel her deep emotions, and she hoped that her work would help others understand that they were not alone in their pain.

Kang-tae feels connected to those words. There is a thrilling honesty in her statements, even as there is a mysterious aura behind them. Maybe Moon-young feels trapped in the darkness, just as he and Sang-tae do. In his lonely moments, Kang-tae feels that they might be able to understand each other, even though they have very different ways of dealing with pain.

The urge to see Moon-young again grows stronger. He feels a sense of urgency within him, a need to know her more deeply—to understand what drives her and why she can be so open about the darkness in her life. In an effort to satisfy his curiosity, Kang-tae decides to contact Moon-young.

That night, after some time of contemplation, he picks up his phone and begins to type a message. Kang-tae’s hand shakes a little as he types, but he tries hard not to let his awkwardness get in the way. He asks if Moon-young wants to meet for coffee. After a few seconds that feel like an eternity, he sends the message and waits for a reply.

Hours passed, and Kang-tae felt restless. He tried not to get his hopes up, but deep down, he was desperate for a reply. Finally, as the clock struck midnight, his phone rang. Kang-tae looked at the screen and felt his heart pound. It was Moon-young’s reply.

“That sounds like it could be interesting. I’ll come. Meet me at the cafe near the hospital tomorrow at 4pm.”

Kang-tae felt a mixture of excitement and anxiety. He couldn’t imagine what the meeting would bring. But one thing was for sure: he wasn’t going to miss this opportunity. Before going to bed, he felt more excited than ever. Maybe this meeting would help him understand more about Moon-young—and maybe, himself.

The next day, Kang-tae goes about his routine with renewed vigor. He feels as if every little detail around him is brighter, more alive. As he works, he can’t stop thinking about his encounter with Moon-young. He tries not to let it affect his work, but it’s hard not to imagine Moon-young’s face and her mysterious smile.

4pm arrived. Kang-tae arrived at the cafe early, sitting in a quiet corner, waiting patiently. The cafe was filled with the enticing aroma of coffee and the sounds of busy servers. With a cup of coffee in front of him, Kang-tae felt mixed feelings. He tried to stay calm, but the anxiety still gripped him.

Soon after, he saw Moon-young enter the cafe. She was wearing a simple but elegant black dress, her hair flowing beautifully around her shoulders. When their eyes met, Kang-tae felt his heart skip a beat. Moon-young smiled, but her smile didn't completely cover up something deeper behind her eyes.

She walked over to Kang-tae and sat down across from him. “So, you called me,” she said teasingly, her eyes gleaming with challenge.

“I just want to know more about you,” Kang-tae replied, trying to keep his tone casual even as his heart raced.

Moon-young raised her eyebrows, seemingly unsurprised. “Do you really want to know? Or do you just want to understand why I’m being this weird?”

Kang-tae feels doubt creeping in, but he knows that honesty is the only way to approach this woman. “I don’t know. Maybe both. I feel like there’s something different about you, and I want to understand more.”

“How brave. Most people don’t dare dig deeper,” Moon-young answered, his voice flat, but there was hidden warmth in it.

Kang-tae takes a deep breath, trying to gather his courage. “You talked about the wounds in your life, about how writing was your way of expressing them. Do you feel like writing can heal you?”

Moon-young pauses for a moment, as if considering the question. “Writing for me is like digging into the darkness inside me. In every word, I find a part of myself that I’ve forgotten. But is it really healing? Sometimes, I feel like I’m going deeper the more I dig.”

Kang-tae felt a tremor in his heart. There was a touching honesty in every word Moon-young said, even though she spoke of pain and sadness. “I understand. We all have our own ways of dealing with darkness. My brother, Sang-tae, he draws too. It’s his way of dealing with his fears.”

Moon-young nodded, her eyes shining with curiosity. “Did he experience trauma too?”

Kang-tae sighed, feeling heavy as he revealed it. “Yes. We both went through it. It changed our lives, and sometimes I feel like I’m stuck in a never-ending loop.”

Moon-young looks at him deeply, as if trying to dig deeper into Kang-tae’s soul. “You’re not alone, Kang-tae. Everyone has their own darkness. Sometimes, we just have to find a way to face it, not to avoid it.”

As the conversation continues, Kang-tae feels more and more connected to Moon-young. They share stories about their pasts, about how their wounds have shaped who they are today. In an instant, what was initially a tense encounter turns into an intimate and touching moment.

After hours of talking, they realize that the cafe is almost closed. Moon-young looks at Kang-tae with a serious look. “You know, there’s something about you that’s interesting. You have the courage to feel. That’s rare.”

Kang-tae was touched by those words. He had always felt responsible for taking care of Sang-tae, but now he realized that he had to take care of himself, too. “I was just trying to survive,” he replied, his voice soft.

Moon-young smiled. “That’s enough. Surviving is the first step. Let’s find a way to grow from here.”

Kang-tae feels inspired by Moon-young's spirit. Perhaps this meeting is the beginning of something bigger—not just for the two of them, but for Sang-tae and everyone else trapped in the darkness.

As they leave the cafe, Kang-tae feels a warmth he has never felt before. He knows that this friendship can bring about many changes. And in the midst of the darkness that surrounds them, maybe, just maybe, they can find light.

After leaving the cafe, Kang-tae and Moon-young walk along the quiet street. The sound of their footsteps blends into the silence of the night, only the occasional sound of a car passing by. Kang-tae feels as if they have entered a different world, one where it is just the two of them, separated from all the hustle and bustle.

“Do you come here often?” Moon-young asked, breaking the comfortable silence between them.

“Quite often. This is my favorite place to meditate. It’s peaceful, and the food is good,” Kang-tae replies, his eyes glancing at Moon-young who walks beside him. “What about you? Do you come here often?”

“Not very often. I prefer to spend time at home or in quiet places. Sometimes I go to art galleries or exhibitions. It helps inspire me to write,” Moon-young said, answering while biting her lip, as if contemplating what she had just said.

Kang-tae senses something deep behind Moon-young’s words. “Do you feel like inspiration can come from sadness? Like in your paintings or writing?”

He nodded slowly, staring at the road ahead. “Of course. There is beauty in sadness. I believe that the deepest emotions can produce the most powerful work. Sometimes, I find a part of myself that I lost when I write about my pain.”

Hearing those words, Kang-tae felt his heart tremble. “That’s right. My brother, Sang-tae, he drew butterflies. To him, butterflies are a symbol of beauty emerging from a cocoon—like life rising from a wound. I believe that we can all find a way to fly even if we’re hurt.”

Moon-young turned, her gaze sharp and thoughtful. “You are very wise for your age. Many people don’t realize that beauty can come from darkness.”

Kang-tae smiles, feeling a deeper connection forming between them. “Maybe we’re all looking for a way to heal. Maybe that’s why we met. To remind each other that we’re not alone in this struggle.”

Moon-young nodded, and they continued their journey in comfortable silence. A few moments later, they arrived at a small park not far from the cafe. The night atmosphere in the park was serene, with twinkling lights creating a charming, romantic atmosphere.

“Would you like to sit down for a moment?” Kang-tae asks, pointing to a bench under a large tree. Moon-young nods in agreement, and the two of them sit down, feeling the cool night dew on their skin.

Kang-tae feels more relaxed as he sits with Moon-young. He looks around, trying to gather his thoughts. “Do you ever feel like there’s no way out of the darkness? Like everything you do just brings you back to the same place?”

Moon-young looked at him seriously. “Yes, of course. Sometimes, even though we try hard to move forward, the past continues to haunt us. It’s like a shadow we can’t shake off.”

Kang-tae felt as if he was talking to someone who truly understood what he was feeling. “I try to protect Sang-tae, but sometimes I feel like I’m trapped too. I don’t want him to feel the same burden that I feel.”

Moon-young nodded, her voice soft. “You’re a good big brother. But you have to remember to take care of yourself too. Sometimes, we can’t help others if we haven’t recovered ourselves.”

Kang-tae is silent, taking in Moon-young’s words. He knows there is some truth to that statement. He has been ignoring his own feelings to take care of Sang-tae. Maybe it’s time to start paying attention to his own needs.

“The only thing we can do is find a way to move on, even with the scars left behind,” Moon-young continues. “Sometimes, we just have to find a way to accept the darkness as a part of who we are.”

Kang-tae felt as if Moon-young was talking not only about him but also about Sang-tae. He understood that in order to help his brother, he had to face his own feelings as well. “You’re right. Maybe I need to talk to Sang-tae more about what we’re going through. Maybe we can support each other.”

“Yes, that’s a great idea,” Moon-young replied, smiling enthusiastically. “Communication is key. When we share the burden, it feels lighter.”

Kang-tae looked into Moon-young’s eyes and felt a comforting warmth. In an instant, all the anxiety and confusion that had been enveloping him began to disappear. “Thank you, Moon-young. For listening and understanding.”

Moon-young shrugged, but her smile showed that she was happy to help. “You don’t have to thank me. We’re all struggling in our own ways. Maybe, on this journey, we can help each other find our way.”

As the night progresses, the two of them share stories, laugh, and reflect on life. Kang-tae feels comfortable with Moon-young, as if they have known each other for years. He feels as if he is surrounded by light even though darkness still surrounds them.

When they finally leave, Kang-tae feels like a new himself. Even though they still have a long way to go, he knows that he is no longer alone. He has Moon-young by his side, and that gives him new hope.

Back home, Kang-tae finds Sang-tae sitting in the living room, drawing as usual. When his sister sees him, her face lights up. “You’re back! How was your meeting?”

Kang-tae smiled, feeling genuine happiness. “That meeting was great. I learned a lot about myself and about how to face the darkness.”

“Will you meet him again?” Sang-tae asked excitedly.

“Yeah, I guess so,” Kang-tae replies, remembering Moon-young’s smile. “She has a way of making me feel better.”

“Good! I’m glad you found a new friend,” Sang-tae said, turning his attention back to his drawing. “You deserve happiness, big brother.”

Kang-tae feels warm inside hearing Sang-tae's words. Maybe, they can both move forward together, supporting each other on their journey. They have each other, and with Moon-young around, maybe they can find a path to healing too.

As the night wears on, Kang-tae lies in bed, taking in everything that has happened. He knows that their journey is not over. Darkness still lurks around them, but now he feels like he has a light to guide him. With newfound courage, he prepares to face the challenges ahead, not only for himself but for Sang-tae and Moon-young as well.

Kang-tae closes his eyes, hoping that the next day will bring more hope and miracles. He knows that life may not always be easy, but with his friends by his side, he feels ready to face it.

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Chapter 4: Looking for Light in the Middle of Darkness

Days pass, and Kang-tae begins to feel the change. Every time he meets Moon-young, his spirits seem to be lifted. Their conversations deepen, and he begins to share more about his life and the challenges he faces. Moon-young too, begins to open up, telling him about her past and how she learned to write from her pain.

One afternoon, when they meet at their favorite cafe, Kang-tae senses tension in the air. Moon-young seems more serious than usual. As they sit down and order, Kang-tae can't help but ask.

“Is something bothering you?” Kang-tae asked, his eyes full of concern.

Moon-young sighed, looking confused. “I just finished a new story, but I’m not sure if it’s good enough. It feels like I’m stuck in the dark while writing it.”

Kang-tae frowns, sensing the pain behind Moon-young’s words. “Maybe you’re being too hard on yourself. Art doesn’t have to be perfect. Sometimes, just pouring out our feelings in writing is enough.”

Moon-young nodded, but looked doubtful. “I know, but I feel pressured to produce something great. And every time I try, I feel further away from it.”

Kang-tae feels moved to help Moon-young. “Maybe you can share with me. We can help each other. Sometimes, seeing other people’s work can give you a new perspective.”

He smiled, but there was sadness in his eyes. “That’s a great idea. Thank you, Kang-tae. I want to share, but sometimes it’s hard to open up.”

After a while, their orders come, and they start talking more casually about other things. Kang-tae tries to lighten the mood and make Moon-young feel more comfortable. He shares about his habit of drawing and how art helps him forget for a moment the pain he and Sang-tae have been through.

“So, you like drawing too?” Moon-young asked, looking more interested.

“Yeah, I like sketching. I’m not that good, but it gives me a place to express myself,” Kang-tae replied, grabbing a napkin and starting to sketch a simple sketch.

Watching Kang-tae draw, Moon-young starts to smile. “You have talent. It shows in the way you draw. There’s something very touching about your sketches.”

Kang-tae felt a little embarrassed. “I was just trying to describe my feelings. Sometimes, when I feel trapped in the dark, drawing makes me feel lighter.”

“Then let’s help each other. I can give you ideas for sketches, and you can help me write. We can collaborate,” Moon-young suggested enthusiastically.

Kang-tae is excited about the idea. “That would be fun! We could find a new way to express ourselves.”

After finishing up at the cafe, they head to a nearby park. The afternoon is beautiful, with the sky a golden orange. They sit on a bench and begin to plan their collaboration. Moon-young grabs her notebook and starts writing, while Kang-tae sketches based on the ideas they discussed.

As they work together, Kang-tae feels a deeper connection with Moon-young. He feels more open and comfortable sharing stories about his family, his fears and hopes. Moon-young listens attentively, providing the support Kang-tae needs.

“Maybe we can write about the darkness we face and how we can find it together,” Moon-young said. “This story can be a reflection of our journey.”

Kang-tae agrees. “That’s a great idea. We can portray struggle and hope in one story. Maybe it can help other people who feel trapped.”

They continue their discussion, sharing ideas and giving each other feedback. Time passes without realizing it, and Kang-tae feels as if they have created something more than just a work of art—they are building a bridge to mutual understanding.

When night falls, they return to the cafe for some snacks. On the way home, Kang-tae feels more energized than ever. He knows that this friendship will not only help him, but also help Moon-young find her passion again.

The next day, Kang-tae wakes up feeling refreshed. He decides to take the next step in his journey and help Sang-tae. After breakfast, he comes across Sang-tae drawing at the dining table.

“Hey, Sang-tae. How about we go to the park today?” Kang-tae asked, trying to get his brother’s attention.

Sang-tae looks at her in confusion. “Park? Why?”

“I want us to draw together. Like you do at home, but outside. I want us to try to spend more time together,” Kang-tae replied excitedly.

Sang-tae hesitated for a moment, but eventually nodded. “Okay. We can draw butterflies like usual.”

Kang-tae smiled, pleased. “That’s a great idea! Let’s bring some drawing supplies.”

They got ready and went to the park with sketches, pencils, and watercolors. When they arrived at the park, a fresh and bright atmosphere greeted them. Birds were chirping, and sunlight illuminated the tree-lined path.

Kang-tae and Sang-tae choose a spot under a large, shady tree. Kang-tae begins to sketch, while Sang-tae sits beside him, looking serious about the butterfly he wants to draw.

Kang-tae remembers his conversation with Moon-young about how art can be a tool to overcome darkness. He looks at Sang-tae, seeing how his younger brother is intently drawing. “Sang-tae, did you know that every butterfly has a unique story? They all have their own journey before they can fly.”

Sang-tae looked at his brother curiously. “What do you mean?”

“Every butterfly starts out as a cocoon, and they have to go through a difficult process to become beautiful. Just like us, we may have to face darkness to find our own light,” Kang-tae says, trying to inspire his younger brother.

Sang-tae nodded, as if he was starting to understand. “So, we can also fly after we get past our darkness?”

“Yes! We just have to believe that there is hope at the end of the road,” Kang-tae replied, feeling his enthusiasm rub off on Sang-tae.

They continued drawing in the sunlight, feeling the warmth and comfort around them. Kang-tae watched with pride as Sang-tae successfully completed his drawing. “Look! This butterfly looks so beautiful!”

Sang-tae smiled widely, showing his drawing to Kang-tae. “You’re right, bro! This is the best I’ve ever drawn!”

Kang-tae was happy to see his brother satisfied with his work. “That’s great, Sang-tae! Let’s paint more butterflies and make a gallery at home.”

The day passed full of laughter and happiness. Kang-tae feels as if they have made precious new memories. When they returned home, he felt there was a stronger bond between the two of them.

That night, Kang-tae prepares his sketches and watercolors, ready to show some of their work to Moon-young. He feels excited to discuss new ideas and share their journey.

When they meet again at the cafe the next day, Kang-tae is excited. “Moon-young, we drew butterflies in the park yesterday! Sang-tae did a great job drawing it!”

Hearing that, Moon-young looked very happy. “Wow, that’s amazing! I can’t wait to see it! Artwork is a very powerful way to express our feelings.”

Kang-tae shows Sang-tae his sketches and drawings, and Moon-young admires every detail. “You know, Sang-tae, your drawings have a beauty of their own. There’s something special about the way you draw butterflies.”

Sang-tae smiled proudly, and Kang-tae felt a deep sense of pride in his younger brother. “He’s right, Sang-tae! I always knew you had great talent,” Kang-tae said, encouraging his younger brother.

Moon-young continued excitedly. “Every detail you paint expresses your feelings. If you keep doing it, one day you will be able to inspire others with your work.”

Sang-tae seemed touched by the compliment. “Thank you! I will continue drawing,” he said with determination. Seeing Sang-tae’s enthusiasm, Kang-tae felt happy. He knew that with his support, his younger brother could find his way to confidence and happiness.

After that meeting, Kang-tae and Moon-young begin to work together more intensively. They spend time together in cafes, parks, and even at Kang-tae's house, giving each other feedback on their work. Moon-young begins to write a story inspired by their experiences, while Kang-tae draws illustrations to accompany it. They create an art project that is full of meaning and depth.

One night, after finishing a few pages of the story, Moon-young looks at Kang-tae seriously. “You know, I feel like we’re creating something more than just a work of art. Like we’re creating a bridge for other people who might be going through the same thing.”

Kang-tae smiled, feeling as if they were fighting together. “That’s our goal, isn’t it? To show that we’re not alone. We can support each other even in the dark.”

Moon-young nodded. “But, there’s one thing I want to talk about. I feel like there are a lot of emotions I want to express in this story, and sometimes I worry about how other people will receive it.”

Kang-tae could see the worry on her face. “You don’t have to worry. The most important thing is that you are honest with yourself. If the story comes from your heart, there must be someone out there who will feel it too.”

He felt excited to support Moon-young. “Even if there is criticism, remember that it is part of the process. Every work of art carries the uniqueness and journey of its author.”

Moon-young smiled, a little more at ease. “Thank you, Kang-tae. I think, with your support, I can be more courageous in expressing myself.”

The following days are spent in much discussion, scribbling, and laughter. Kang-tae sees how Moon-young begins to dare to dig deeper into her emotions in her writing. She begins to write about her experiences with uncertainty, sadness, and how she seeks light amidst the darkness.

One night, while they’re working at a cafe, Moon-young finishes a paragraph that leaves Kang-tae stunned. “Sometimes, when we’re struggling in the darkness, we find a small light that guides us. It can come from someone we least expect.”

Kang-tae found the words very powerful and appropriate. “That’s amazing, Moon-young. You’re right. Maybe we’re all a little light for each other.”

Moon-young smiles, as if Kang-tae’s words give her more confidence. “You know, when we share this story, I feel like the burden on my shoulders becomes lighter. Like I’m sharing something deep and personal.”

That night, they spent hours editing and refining their script. They laughed, shared ideas, and sometimes got into deep discussions about the meaning of each word they had chosen.

One afternoon, they decide to go to the park and have an open reading. Kang-tae brings the sketches they made, and Moon-young brings a notebook with a story she has written.

Under the sunlight, they sit on a shady park bench, surrounded by trees and blooming flowers. Moon-young opens her book and begins to read in a soft voice. She reads a passage that describes how one can find strength in the darkness.

Kang-tae listened intently, feeling every word that was spoken. When Moon-young finished reading, he was moved. “It was so beautiful, Moon-young. I could feel the emotion behind every word.”

Moon-young smiled, looking more confident. “Thank you. It feels like I can share a part of myself with someone else.”

Later, Kang-tae takes a sketch pad and starts drawing based on Moon-young's story. He depicts a figure trapped in darkness, but with a small light shining from afar.

“This is a picture of you in the story. Someone who struggles but has hope in his heart,” he said as he drew.

Moon-young is silent, captivated by the picture. “You know, when I look at this picture, I feel like there’s hope at the end of the tunnel. That’s what I’m trying to convey in my writing.”

They continue their reading and drawing sessions into the evening. As the sun sets, the garden is filled with gold and red. Kang-tae feels fortunate to be able to share this experience with Moon-young, finding strength in the friendship that has grown between them.

But behind all the fun, Kang-tae can’t ignore the darkness that still lingers. He knows that he and Sang-tae have some challenges to face, especially when it comes to Sang-tae’s mental health. Even though they’ve created some beautiful moments, Kang-tae finds it hard to ignore his brother’s feelings, who are often trapped in his own internal world.

The next day, Kang-tae decides to talk to Sang-tae about his feelings. He wants to build more open and honest communication. After breakfast, he approaches Sang-tae who is drawing at the table, trying to gather his courage.

“Sang-tae, can we talk for a moment?” Kang-tae asked, trying to sound serious.

His brother looked at him curiously. “Sure, bro. What’s up?”

Kang-tae takes a deep breath. “I want to talk about your feelings. I know sometimes you feel trapped and lonely. I want you to know that it’s okay to share what you’re feeling.”

Sang-tae looked at his brother anxiously. “I… I don’t know where to start.”

“It doesn’t matter. We can start anywhere. The important thing is that you can share with me. We can find a way together to overcome these feelings,” Kang-tae said softly.

After a few moments of silence, Sang-tae finally spoke. “Sometimes, I feel like no one can understand what I’m going through. I just want to draw, but sometimes I feel helpless and meaningless.”

Kang-tae felt his heart break at that statement. “I understand, Sang-tae. But you’re not alone. I’m here for you, and so is Moon-young. We can find a way to get through this together.”

Sang-tae nodded, but there was despair in his eyes. “But sometimes I feel like there’s no way out. Like I’m trapped in a darkness I can’t navigate.”

Kang-tae felt the weight on his shoulders grow heavier. “We can seek help if you feel it’s necessary. There’s no harm in asking for help, Sang-tae. Sometimes, we need others to help us find our way.”

Sang-tae was silent for a moment, contemplating Kang-tae’s words. “Okay. If you think it will help, I’ll try it.”

Kang-tae is relieved to hear Sang-tae’s answer. “Thank you, Sang-tae. This is a good step. We can find a therapist or support group to talk to.”

They continue to discuss and spend time together, building better communication. Kang-tae feels lighter after talking to his brother. He knows that their journey will not be easy, but by supporting each other, they can get through it.

That night, as Kang-tae lies in bed, he reflects on how much has changed. He feels closer to Sang-tae and Moon-young. Maybe, even though they face darkness, they can find light together.

As he closes his eyes, Kang-tae prays that they can all find the strength within themselves to continue this journey. And with that hope, he falls asleep, dreaming of a brighter, more hopeful future.

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CHAPTER 5: The Traces That Remain

The following days pass by in a flurry of activity. Kang-tae and Sang-tae grow closer, supporting each other and sharing small, meaningful moments. They begin to schedule time to draw together, spending afternoons in the park or indoors with watercolors and colored pencils. Sang-tae makes incredible progress, and Kang-tae feels proud to see his younger brother struggling to find his own voice through art.

But beneath all that happiness, Kang-tae still feels the weight of the larger world. He realizes that their relationship isn’t the only one that needs fixing. Moon-young is still struggling with her own struggles, and Kang-tae feels it’s important to help her further. He knows that, despite Moon-young’s strong front, there are times when she feels trapped in the same darkness as Sang-tae.

One afternoon, Kang-tae decides to take Moon-young to a newly opened local art exhibition. He wants to give her a chance to see various works of art produced by other artists and perhaps inspire her for her own work.

“Moon-young, how about we go to an art exhibition tonight? I think it could be a refreshing experience,” Kang-tae says when they meet at a cafe.

Moon-young looks at him doubtfully. “I’m not sure. Art exhibitions can sometimes make me feel like I’m not good enough.”

Kang-tae smiled softly. “That’s exactly what we want to change. We don’t need to compare ourselves to others. We came there to experience art and get inspired. You’ve done so many great things.”

After a moment of thought, Moon-young finally agreed. “Okay, I’ll try.”

That night, they go to an art exhibition held at a small gallery downtown. As soon as they enter the gallery, Kang-tae and Moon-young are greeted by the smell of paint and wood, and the sound of people talking about the artwork around them.

Kang-tae watches eagerly as Moon-young begins to examine each painting closely. He is captivated by the bright colors and diverse techniques. “Look how boldly this artist plays with color! It makes me think about how we can express ourselves in the same way.”

Moon-young nodded, but still looked doubtful. “I don’t know if I can do it. My works feel so small compared to this.”

Kang-tae takes a deep breath. “Remember, everyone starts somewhere. Art is about the journey, not just the end result. What matters is how we relate to what we create.”

After walking around and observing various works, they stopped in front of a large painting depicting a dark natural landscape. In the painting, a figure is seen lost in the middle of a dense forest, surrounded by shadows and faint light.

Kang-tae felt a deep attraction to the painting. “Do you see? It shows how we often feel trapped, but in the midst of the darkness, there is a light that always shines. We just have to look for it.”

Moon-young is silent, contemplating Kang-tae’s words. “Maybe, that’s what I wanted to convey in my writing. Sometimes we’re trapped in our own darkness, but there’s always hope.”

Kang-tae smiled. “Yes, and you have the power to express it. You’ve started with writing and drawing. Don’t stop now.”

The night ends with renewed enthusiasm between them. Moon-young feels inspired and eager to write again. Kang-tae feels satisfied, knowing that they have both taken a step forward in their respective journeys.

However, when they get home, Kang-tae can’t shake the feeling of worry about Sang-tae. Even though his brother seems to be doing better, Kang-tae knows that the healing process is a long journey. He wants to make sure Sang-tae gets the support he needs.

The next day, Kang-tae decides to take Sang-tae to therapy. He believes that with professional help, his brother can find a way to express himself and overcome his fears. After breakfast, he cautiously approaches Sang-tae.

“Sang-tae, I want to talk to you about something important,” Kang-tae said, trying to appear calm.

Sang-tae looked at him curiously. “What is it, bro?”

Kang-tae gathers his courage. “I want us to go to therapy. I think we can get help understanding our feelings and learning how to deal with them.”

Sang-tae looks hesitant, but Kang-tae senses the interest in his eyes. “Therapy? Is it like when we talk to someone?”

“Yes, but they are professionals who are trained to help us deal with deeper issues. They can provide a fresh perspective and help us find a way to move on,” Kang-tae says softly.

Sang-tae was silent for a moment, thinking. “Will that help?”

Kang-tae nods confidently. “I’m sure it will help. We can get the tools to overcome our fears and darkness. And I’ll always be with you, Sang-tae.”

After a while, Sang-tae finally nodded. “Okay, I’ll try.”

Kang-tae is relieved and happy with Sang-tae's decision. They immediately look for information about therapists around them and make an appointment for their first meeting. Kang-tae feels his hopes rise. He knows that this step could be the beginning of something good for Sang-tae.

Days pass, and they have their first therapy session. Kang-tae accompanies Sang-tae, providing the necessary support. During the session, the therapist asks many questions about their feelings and experiences, trying to understand more deeply about what they are facing.

After the session is over, Sang-tae looks a little lighter, though still tired. “I feel like I can share more than before,” he tells Kang-tae as they walk home.

“Good! That’s a good move. Remember, there’s nothing wrong with sharing your feelings. It’s part of the process,” Kang-tae replied, feeling proud.

As time goes on, Sang-tae begins to open up more about his feelings, and the therapy begins to have a positive effect. He feels more confident, and Kang-tae notices small but significant changes in his attitude.

However, Kang-tae knows that their journey will not be easy. Moon-young is also still struggling with her own struggles. Although she has shown progress in her writing, Kang-tae feels that there are times when sadness and uncertainty come back to haunt her.

One night, Kang-tae decides to visit Moon-young and see how she is doing. He knocks on her door, and Moon-young answers with a smile, but Kang-tae can see the weariness in her eyes.

“Hey, Kang-tae! I just finished some writing. Come on in!” he said, trying to appear enthusiastic despite the sadness behind his smile.

Kang-tae enters and sees his office full of books and messy papers. “I see you’re busy. How’s your writing?”

Moon-young sighed. “I feel trapped. Sometimes, I feel like no one really understands what I feel, and that makes it hard to write.”

Kang-tae sits down next to her, trying to be supportive. “I’m here for you, Moon-young. Tell me about what’s bothering you.”

Moon-young looked at him with tearful eyes. “Sometimes, I feel like I’m just writing empty words. Like I can’t capture the essence of what I want to convey.”

Kang-tae felt the pain in his voice. “Maybe you’re being too hard on yourself. Remember, every writer goes through hard times. The important thing is that you keep trying.”

Moon-young nodded, but her eyes were still filled with doubt. “I want to be able to write about darkness and hope, but every time I try, I feel like there’s no way out.”

Kang-tae thought for a moment before answering. “How about we collaborate again? We can share ideas and help each other find a way out of this darkness.”

Hearing that, Moon-young’s face began to light up. “That’s a great idea! Maybe by sharing, we can find the inspiration we’ve been missing.”

They start discussing ideas and concepts they can explore. Kang-tae feels a new passion flowing between them. They plan to meet more often and give each other feedback on the writing and drawings they create.

As the night wears on, Kang-tae and Moon-young laugh and share stories. They find strength in their friendship, and despite the challenges ahead, Kang-tae feels optimistic about the future.

When Kang-tae returns home, he realizes that even though they all have their own struggles, the strength to support each other is the key to getting through the darkness. He feels grateful for Sang-tae and Moon-young, and he knows that together, they can find a way out of the darkness and into the light of hope that is always there.

That night, as Kang-tae lies in bed, he thinks about all the moments they've been through. He prays that they can all find their own paths and learn to celebrate every little step along the way.

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Chapter 6: Light at the End of the Road

The seasons change, and with them, the lives of Kang-tae, Sang-tae, and Moon-young continue to evolve. Therapy has brought many positive changes for Sang-tae. He has become more open and has begun to express his feelings through drawings and stories. Kang-tae feels proud to see his younger brother able to share the world that exists in his mind.

Kang-tae himself also became more confident. He realized that even though this journey was full of obstacles, they all supported each other and gave each other strength. He felt lucky to have Sang-tae and Moon-young by his side. Both of them were a source of inspiration and hope that continued to burn.

One day, Sang-tae tells Kang-tae about his plans to hold his first art exhibition. “Brother, I want to hold a small exhibition to show some of my drawings and writings. I think this could be a good opportunity to share my story with others,” he says enthusiastically.

Kang-tae was surprised and happy to hear the news. “Wow, that’s a great idea! I’m so proud of you, Sang-tae. You’ve worked hard, and now it’s time to show off your work.”

Sang-tae smiled broadly. “But I need you to help me. I don’t know where to start.”

“Sure! We can plan everything together. Let’s find a location and set a date,” Kang-tae replied, excited by the idea.

They start working together to plan the exhibition. They look for local galleries willing to host Sang-tae's work, and invite friends and family. Moon-young also gets involved, giving input on the design of the invitations and how to promote the event.

Their time together during the preparation of the exhibition creates beautiful moments. They share laughter, tension, and happiness. Kang-tae feels as if they are building something more than just an art exhibition—they are creating a new foundation for themselves.

When the day of the exhibition arrives, Kang-tae wakes up with mixed feelings. He feels proud, but also anxious. Sang-tae has worked hard to prepare his works, and Kang-tae wants everything to go smoothly.

At the gallery, the atmosphere is lively. Friends and family come to support Sang-tae. Moon-young looks excited, setting up the exhibition space and carefully arranging Sang-tae's works.

“Sang-tae, everyone is here! This is going to be a great day,” Kang-tae said as he looked at the growing crowd.

Sang-tae nodded, but there was nervousness in his eyes. “What if they don’t like it? I’m afraid no one will appreciate my work.”

Kang-tae patted his back. “Don’t worry. What matters is that you dare to share. Everyone who came here has supported you, and that’s what matters most. Remember, this is about your journey.”

With renewed enthusiasm, Sang-tae begins to talk to the visitors. He explains the creative process behind each piece, and Kang-tae sees how excited his brother is as he shares his stories.

As the exhibition progresses, Kang-tae notices how many people are connecting with Sang-tae’s work. Some visitors are moved and offer sincere compliments. It’s a proud moment for both Sang-tae and Kang-tae, seeing their brother recognized and appreciated.

After the exhibition ends, Kang-tae and Sang-tae stand in the middle of the room, surrounded by applauding friends and family. “You did it, Sang-tae! I’m so proud of you,” Kang-tae says, hugging his brother affectionately.

Sang-tae smiled widely, his eyes sparkling. “Thank you, Brother. I couldn’t have done this without your and Moon-young’s support.”

Moon-young approaches, her face beaming. “You’re amazing, Sang-tae! Your works have the power to touch people’s hearts.”

That night, they celebrate the success of the exhibition by having dinner together. Kang-tae feels a new hope born between them. They have taken a big step, not only in art but also in their journeys as individuals.

However, despite the progress, Kang-tae knows that the journey is not over yet. He feels uncertainty inside him when he thinks about the future. He wants to make sure Sang-tae and Moon-young stay on the right track, and he is determined to always support them.

After the exhibition, Kang-tae felt the urge to write again. He wanted to write down their experiences, immortalizing every precious moment they had gone through. He began to put words together and create a story about their journey full of struggle, hope, and love.

Over the next few weeks, Kang-tae engages in a deep writing process. He pours out all his feelings into his writing, expressing everything that has happened and how they support each other. He spends his nights in front of his laptop, stringing together sentences with renewed vigor.

Meanwhile, Sang-tae continues to draw and write. He finds greater confidence in his work, and every time he creates something, Kang-tae can see a new light in Sang-tae. So does Moon-young, who is increasingly inspired by her own work and Sang-tae's.

One night, after finishing his first draft, Kang-tae decides to invite Sang-tae and Moon-young over to his house. “I want you two to read what I wrote. I think this could be a new step for all of us,” he says excitedly.

When they gather, Kang-tae reads the story in an emotional voice. He tells of their journey, the hardships they faced, and how they found light in the darkness. Sang-tae and Moon-young listen intently, connecting with every word.

When Kang-tae finished, the room was filled with silence for a moment. Then, Sang-tae clapped his hands excitedly. “Brother, that was amazing! You really captured everything we felt!”

Moon-young smiles, tears of emotion in her eyes. “I feel connected to this story. It’s about us—our struggles and our hopes.”

Kang-tae was touched by their responses. “I hope this story can inspire others, just like you inspired me.”

That night was a precious moment for them. They realized that their journey was not only about overcoming the darkness, but also about celebrating every step towards the light. They promised to support each other, no matter how difficult the journey was.

Over time, Kang-tae's work is published, and he begins to gain recognition. He shares their stories with the world, and many people relate to the experiences they have gone through. This gives them all the strength to keep fighting and supporting each other.

Months pass, and Kang-tae, Sang-tae, and Moon-young continue to live their lives with enthusiasm. They realize that even though life is not always easy, they are not alone. They have each other, and that is what makes everything feel lighter.

On a sunny day, they gather in the park to celebrate the first anniversary of Sang-tae's successful exhibition. They share laughter and fond memories, and Kang-tae feels very grateful for the journey they have been on.

“One year ago, we never imagined we would be here, right?” Kang-tae said, smiling.

Sang-tae nodded. “Yes, it feels like we’ve come a long way. It’s all thanks to our support for each other.”

Moon-young added, “And every piece of art we create is a reflection of our journey. We all have stories worth sharing.”

Kang-tae was moved by those words. He realized that every struggle, every moment of despair, had led them to a better place. They had found strength not only in themselves, but also in each other.

As the sun sets, they sit on the grass, looking up at the darkening sky. Kang-tae prays silently, hoping that they can always support each other and find light in every corner of their journey.

“Now we have to make plans for next year,” Sang-tae said excitedly. “I want to have a bigger exhibition!”

Moon-young laughed. “And I want to write a book! We can do it together!”

Kang-tae smiled broadly. “Well, let's make those dreams come true. We are a great team!”

As night falls, Kang-tae feels light in his heart. He knows that even though life may be full of challenges, they have each other. And with love and support, they can get through anything. They are each other's light, and that is the strongest strength they can have.

With hope and enthusiasm, they plan for the future, confident that no matter what happens, they will always be by each other's side.