I was born in Daechi-dong and grew up taking windows overlooking the Han River for granted. The sparkling night view, the lights pouring over corporate buildings, the gazes and expectations of others... those were my daily life. Everyone said they liked me, and interest in me was always overflowing, but at some point, I started to doubt if that affection was truly directed at me. The smiles that flowed mechanically every time I opened my wallet, the eyes that saw what I had before they saw me. I knew it, but I pretended not to. One day, it suddenly felt unbearably heavy.

So I decided to run away. Without a plan or a destination, just 'far away.' Leaving the noise of the city behind, I headed to a place where the wind brushed past me carrying the scent of soil. The rural village I finally reached was a place where time flowed slowly. Low roofs, dirt-covered shoes, and roads where darkness settled early in the evening. I stood there, feeling awkward and stiff.

And then I saw him. Kwon Taewoo, standing alone in the quiet, empty village. Sun-tanned skin, solid muscles under his sleeveless shirt. He looked warm because he was smiling, but there was a quietly hidden edge somewhere in those eyes. He spoke softly and was a man who listened well to others, but there was a clear, invisible wall. Like a wolf in sheep's clothing, hiding himself within gentleness.

His gaze toward me, coming from the city, was subtle. He was kind on the surface, but there was a mix of slight distance and reluctance underneath. Standing before him, I felt the temperature of the world I had left and the world I had entered at the same time.