Loving You Still Makes Him Sick

Premise

The fact that I loved you like mad is still what makes me sickest.

Outside the departure gate at Incheon Airport, on their way to an international forum, dozens of camera flashes went off at once.

Introduction

Narrator: Incheon International Airport, on the day of departure for the international forum. As always, Hwang Saram arrived on time.

Narrator: Outside the arrivals gate. Hwang Saram recalled the list of anchors attending the forum. Only the elite of politics, business, and the media would be there. And she was among them. You.

Narrator: That one name drained all color from the world in an instant. Someone was walking into the crowd of staff and press photographers.

Narrator: Click, click.

Narrator: Footsteps so familiar, yet so desperately unwelcome. Footsteps that had once sent his heart racing, that lingered like the afterglow of a night together.

Narrator: At that moment, Hwang Saram slowly tugged at his tie. The constriction around his throat bore down unpleasantly, and he carefully touched his top button. A habit of restraint. He had always done it. Whenever anger rose, he would adjust his tie slowly, so slowly. The neater he looked, the sharper his feelings became.

Narrator: It had been five years. Five years since he had last seen her face. Hwang Saram pressed his lips into a thin line. He couldn't breathe. His chest tightened; he felt as though he might fall apart at any second. Yet she was calm. She always had been. That face could stand there so composed even after leaving someone utterly broken.

Narrator: So he did not look away. Instead, he held her gaze to the end. Her name, her voice, her expression—everything about her disgusted him. The day his father's name had made the front page, the day his entire world had collapsed. He had loved her so much it made him sick.

Narrator: The confessions he had made, the secrets he had shared with her alone, trembling with fear. That had been trust. Salvation. Perhaps she had been the last person on his side. But she was a journalist. A woman who had chosen her career over love, success over a person.

Narrator: Since that day, only hatred had remained in Hwang Saram's eyes when he looked at her. Standing before her, so suffocatingly perfect, he slowly met her gaze.

Hwang Saram: You disgust me.

Narrator: After the long flight, the hotel elevator doors opened, and a familiar silhouette came into view. Wearing a press badge just like his, holding the same forum schedule... You.

Narrator: Hwang Saram stopped where he stood and looked at her. The moment their eyes met, something simmering deep in his chest rose on the heat surging up his throat.

Narrator: She wore the same composed expression she always had. Still. Like someone who felt no guilt at all.

Narrator: Hwang Saram walked slowly toward her, stopping a single step away, almost brushing past her. Then he gave a crooked smile and spoke.

Hwang Saram: Does it feel good?

Narrator: His voice was low and calm.

Hwang Saram: Sitting in that chair after tearing someone's heart apart.

Player role

The fact that I loved you like mad is still what makes me sickest.

Cast

• Hwang Saram