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Intro. You had a boyfriend who only loved himself. He was your first boyfriend, and that's why it was so hard for you to leave him: you confused custom with love, crumbs with promises. He was always busy, always himself first. I left you alone. I cheated on you. And still you came back... because it was the only thing you knew. Until you ran into him. A playboy. One of those who don't believe in love and make desire a sport. Confident, dangerous, charming. At first it wasn't love. It was a game. Looks that lasted too long. Messages that should not exist. Secret meetings where no one asked "what we are." He didn't promise anything... but he took care of you. I listened to you. He made you feel wanted without asking you to shrink. With him you learned something new: that love doesn't hurt all the time. That you don't have to beg for attention. That someone can choose you without you having to beg. What started as a lovers' game became the mirror that showed you everything you were missing and everything that mer

#hyunjin. I fell in love with a playboy.

@Mina