All My Firsts Are You (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 7
“Could there really be a high school near a mountain road like this?”
“Oh….”
My eyes naturally followed Hyun Su’s gaze ahead. A bicycle path ran in a straight line along the plain, and a line of students who looked like high schoolers was coming down along that path.
“Wow, they ride their bikes on that rough mountain road. That’s pretty impressive.”
Hyun Su was amazed at how those kids could ride their bicycles up and down such a rugged mountain path, but my astonishment carried a different meaning—because the navy-blue uniforms those students wore were all too familiar to me.
“But hey, about the ribbons on the girls’ uniforms in that group—their ribbons are really unusual. Are those double bows?”
At Jung Eun’s casual remark, my eyes automatically shifted to the ribbon pinned near a girl’s chest.
“Oh, that ribbon… They’re still using those. Those are really hard to tie.”
“Huh? Ha Ru, how do you know that? Ohhh right, right! Wasn’t it this uniform you wore with your first love when you filmed that movie here?”
At Jung Eun’s exaggerated reaction, I simply nodded with a faint smile.
Suddenly, I remembered the day we’d agreed to visit the university he attended, under the pretense of filming a movie. That day, I’d ridden a bicycle with Jun along the seaside wearing this uniform.
‘Wow, how can the sky and the sea blend together so naturally? It’s like… an ink-and-wash painting.’
‘What? Soo-mong-dang-chwa?’
‘…I mean, it genuinely looks like a painting. Like a work of art.’
‘Yeah, exactly. It really does look like Soo-mong-dang-chwa.’
‘Heh….’
‘But isn’t this ocean made of the same water you saw back in Korea? After all, seawater just keeps circulating.’
‘Ha, by that logic, why did I even bother coming to Japan? We’re all on the same planet, connected by the same mantle anyway. I didn’t need to come at all.’
‘…True. Guess that means I really had to go through a lot just to find you.’
Kim Jun, you actually said that too—as if meeting me was the most important mission in your life, as if our meeting was something inevitable, as if it meant something huge to you.
You never imagined that today’s me would be standing here, bitterly smiling as I chewed over your words.
“But still.”
“Hm?”
“Those kids must be pretty skilled. How do they manage to tie bows like that every morning? Sounds like such a hassle.”
“…Well, it comes as a set with the uniform, I guess.”
I blurted out something silly as if it were a major discovery.
“But wearing that uniform, is there even anywhere around here suitable for filming? Besides that mountain road, what else is there?”
“Well, actually, if we go a bit further, there’s the university Jun used to attend. We’ll shoot there, and also down by the beach. Something like that….”
Right. That’s how it was. We’d had another day like that—a memory, just as heavy, still lingering….
“Wow, there’s even a university along this mountain road. Makes sense, though—if you enter this mountain village once, you probably wouldn’t dare leave, so they’ve had to build everything here.”
“To avoid having to pass through that winding road again?”
Hyun Su and Jung Eun faced each other and chuckled softly, shoulders shaking. Truth was, we’d already climbed this far, so we’d inevitably have to go back down that same winding road again—but I didn’t bother saying it out loud.
The sharp pang from the sudden fragment of memory that had just surfaced lingered in my chest a little longer than usual.
“Oh! How about we stop by that university you mentioned—the one where you filmed a movie on your way here?”
As I reluctantly moved my feet back toward where we’d parked the car, Hyun Su suddenly spoke up as if struck by a great idea.
“A university?”
“It’s at the very end of this winding road, but apparently it’s quite renowned internationally. They say it’s ranked among the top three most beautiful campuses in Japan.”
“Really?”
“A Naver blogger named ‘Dash’ wrote about it—gave it five stars for scenery and half a star for accessibility. Now I totally get what that means.”
Hyun Su smiled and waved his phone toward us, having finished his search at some point. At that moment, Jung Eun paused while opening the car door and glanced at my expression—as if silently asking if it was truly okay to go to that place, where Jun and I shared memories. I lifted the corners of my lips slightly, as if to say, “Why wouldn’t it be okay?”
As Jung Eun nodded and got into the car, the forced smile I’d managed quickly faded away.
“Wow, seriously. There really is a university here? That ocean looks faint and dreamy—probably because it’s kind of far away—it gives off this… how do I put it…”
Hyun Su tilted his head, gazing at the campus scenery of the university Jun and I had briefly attended. I cautiously stepped closer and asked him,
“Could it be… an ink-and-wash painting?”
“Oh, right! Exactly, that’s it, Nuna. This feeling—you can’t capture it with bright, vivid colors. ‘Ink-and-wash painting’ is the perfect word for it.”
The university stood just before the coastal village where we’d stayed in a homestay. We’d briefly stopped by to take a walk and escape the tiresome mountain road with Jung Eun and Hyun Su.
A clock tower, built tightly from reddish-brown bricks, stood prominently near the center-right of the lawn, seemingly the campus landmark. Behind it, the sea shimmered even clearer under the sunlight, flowing so calmly it seemed almost soundless.
Seeing the ocean flow softly in those same ink-and-wash hues as it had nine years ago, my heart gently relaxed along its gentle rhythm.
“The sea I saw here nine years ago must’ve all flowed into the East Sea by now—none of it probably remains.”
I hadn’t meant for anyone in particular to hear that, but Jung Eun and Hyun Su, walking beside me, were close enough to catch it.
“What’s with you today? So sentimental all of a sudden. But yeah—if we go by your logic, it wouldn’t all just end up in the East Sea. It might’ve wandered around and ended up in the Atlantic, or maybe even circled back here… just like you, Ha Ru.”
Surprisingly, Jung Eun’s final words didn’t just brush past me—they settled softly in my chest.
Not just passing through… but coming back. Back to the same place. Just like me.
“To be honest, Nuna, if I’d known that back then, I’d probably be a professor at S University now instead of driving around in some mountain village. By the way… huh? What’s that? Why’s there such a crowd over there? Do you see it, Nuna?”
Jung Eun and I followed Hyun Su’s startled pointing finger with our eyes.
“Oh… ah, you mean in front of that clock tower? Oh my, really—why are so many people gathered only on that patch of lawn? Did a celebrity show up?”
“Hmm, doesn’t seem like a celebrity. Everyone’s crowding around, but nobody’s rushing forward or shouting. What’s really going on there?”
It was too far to tell clearly why the crowd had gathered, but Jung Eun and Hyun Su were broadcasters through and through. They’d already started exchanging remarks and walking toward the scene. Reluctantly, I followed.
“Ah, no need for all of us to rush over like that. I’ll just run over quickly and ask what’s going on.”
After walking a short distance without much progress, Hyun Su, seemingly frustrated, left us with those words and hurried off ahead. Jung Eun and I trailed slowly behind.
From a distance, we saw Hyun Su approaching a woman standing at the very back of the large crowd. She nodded her head, so it seemed they’d managed to communicate somehow.
As Hyun Su came running quickly back toward us, Jung Eun immediately asked,
“Kim Hyun Su, what’d they say? Why’s everyone gathered like that?”
“Nuna, can you see her? The girl taking photos right at the very front right now?”
I turned in the direction Hyun Su’s finger pointed. Indeed, ahead of the crowd, a girl wearing a uniform stood posing.
“Yeah, I see her. So what? What’s she doing?”
“Oh—that’s because there’s a famous Japanese film director named ‘Matsu’ who used to attend this school. After he became famous, a short ten-minute film he made while studying here also became widely known.”
“Oh….”
“And apparently, one of the film’s most memorable scenes was shot exactly right there—a Korean girl in uniform, eyes wide open, staring intensely at someone, with the sea breeze blowing against her back. Just like that girl right now.”
Understanding not just Hyun Su’s words but the meaning layered just beneath them, my ears grew muffled, my mouth dry, and my hands and feet began to tremble.
Beside me, Jung Eun and Hyun Su brightly chattered on—saying they’d heard of Director Matsu before, wondering which film it was, and suggesting we take some photos since we were already here—but all my attention had already shifted elsewhere.
Faintly, I recalled Jun gently lifting his camera toward me as I wandered across this campus nine years ago. And me, standing still right there, gazing back at him. We’d definitely been together right here that day.
“Oh wow—so this director Matsu is actually of Korean-Japanese descent. His real name is Kim Jun.”
Jung Eun swiftly pulled out her phone, typed in the director’s name that Hyun Su had just mentioned, and finally uttered it aloud.
The moment his name—previously confined solely to my memories—echoed through the humid air, he refused to stay as just a fading figure in my past. Instead, he insisted on asserting his presence in reality.
And once again, I found myself picturing Jun at twenty—his eyes clear and innocent, wearing that slightly dazed smile.
“But… his name is Kim Jun….”
Jung Eun seemed to realize that the director’s real name matched that of my first love. She glanced up at me briefly, then shook her head as if dismissing the thought and lowered her eyes back to her phone screen.
“Nuna, let me see too. Let me take a look with you.”
Hyun Su leaned his big head toward Jung Eun’s small phone screen.
“Kim Hyun Su, use your own phone. Do you really need to squeeze in to look at that tiny screen with me?”
“Oh, but searching would take time too. Wait—wow, he’s way younger than I thought! He’s only 29, and last year his film—his debut—swept almost all the directing and screenplay awards at Japanese film festivals. His first film became his breakout hit.”
It felt strange. During the nine years I hadn’t seen Jun, what path had he walked to reach where he is now?
Suddenly, I felt the weight of the time I hadn’t known him—and the lightness of my absence from his life during that same time. Just thinking about him began to scrape painfully at my heart, as if with something sharp.
My Arch-enemy Sealed My Memory and Said That He is My Husband
This is an incredibly captivating story that you absolutely shouldn’t miss! I’ll give a brief introduction here, and below you’ll find a detailed synopsis of the plot.
The female lead is a fierce and powerful demon king. The male lead is a once-in-a-millennium celestial lord, admired by the entire cultivation world.
They are equally matched, legendary rivals who have battled for centuries.
In the final duel, the female lead is gravely injured. The male lead saves her, seals her memories, and hides her true identity. He tells her that he is her fiancé. His entire life has been flawless—except for the one thing he never expected, never controlled, and never wanted to control: falling for his greatest enemy. She is his inner demon, his obsession.
When the female lead regains her memories, she is furious at his deception.
She makes his life a living hell.
And somehow, the male lead—possibly a total masochist—doesn’t mind at all. In fact, he’s happy she’s paying attention to him.
Yep, we’re back to my favorite trope: male lead suffering. If you love this kind of story, jump into the pit with me now!!!
Intro
Dong Xia lost her memory.
Her handsome and extremely powerful fiancé Li Qing comforted her: “It’s okay if you can’t remember. I’ll always be with you.”
Everyone thought Dong Xia’s ancestors must have burned incense to get such a perfect fiancé. He was the number one person in the immortal realm, yet he remained chaste and only loved her.
…
The day before marrying her fiancé, Dong Xia finally remembered everything.
She wasn’t suffering from memory loss at all.
Her arch-enemy had made her fake her death, destroyed her cultivation, replaced her memories, and pretended to be her deeply in love fiancé.
No wonder he said, “It’s okay if you can’t remember”!
Dong Xia laughed coldly as she pulled out her long knife: Li Qing, prepare to die 🙂
*
Li Qing, as the supreme being of the immortal realm, was the people’s shining beacon.
The only unknown stain in his life was his affection for Dong Xia, the ruler of the demon realm.
In the final battle of the war between immortals and demons, the sky collapsed and the earth shattered. The ruler of the demon realm was finally slain under the sword of the supreme being of the immortal realm, and everyone in the immortal realm applauded.
The cultivation world lost a ruler of the demon realm.
And in the back mountain of Li Qing’s cave dwelling, he secretly hid away a fiancée.
Notes:
1. The female lead is white on the outside, black on the inside, and the queen of flattery; the male lead repeatedly tests the edge of darkness, a VIP guest at the crematorium.
2. Fantasy cultivation world setting.
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