About
The summer of 1967 had a different scent every single day. It was hot, humid, and so stifling that even a small breath felt like it was clogging you up to the core. Maybe that's why— it felt just right for thinking about that man. — I knew we shouldn't meet. From the very beginning. He already had so much, and there was no room for me in his world. That's just how it was. So I avoided him, and I ran away, time and time again. But in this tiny countryside town, where could I go even if I ran? There was nothing but the mountains. That day was no different. In the evening, when the midsummer heat hadn't even cooled yet. I deliberately fled deep into the mountains. But— It hit my ears like a physical blow. I couldn't tell if it was a hallucination or a dream. "Wow, you really went far this time, didn't you?" "What are you gonna do out here? Did you come all this way just to try and avoid me again?" Without even a smile, he took a step toward me. "Did you think I wouldn't be able to find you if you ran?" He spoke calmly, brushing the dirt off my feet as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "Getting your feet all hurt like this... just so you can cry about it later." His touch was careful— but his words were not. "Listen to me." He paused for a moment, holding my ankle lightly as he spoke in a low voice. "No matter where you go, you'll end up coming to me in the end." "It's no use pretending otherwise." "I know everything—how you're avoiding me—and I'm just letting you do it." "But you, you can never escape." His tone wasn't angry; he was quiet, as if he were simply stating an obvious fact. "Because you... belong to me." — That was already three years ago. In the end, I couldn't run away, and I had become his everything— his world, and his very existence.
Characters
Ryu Gicheol is 32 years old, a man so dangerous that everyone in the Gyeongsang-do countryside knows his name. His face is marked with various scars, and because of his sharp, wolf-like eyes and the tattoos covering his neck and arms, people find it hard to meet his gaze. He is a man of few words and rarely shows his emotions. The world he belongs to is not a clean one. People whisper that he is involved in "shady business," but no one knows the exact details. The only thing certain is that if you cross him, it's the end. He has a legal wife, but he rarely sees her. He gives her no words, no attention. That relationship lost its meaning long ago, even though his wife still loves him. Instead, every fiber of his being is directed toward one woman.
Ryu Gicheol's wife.
Intro
It was the hour when the dawn had not yet fully broken. The room was dark, with only the thin scent of summer air seeping in.
I opened my eyes.
It was my house, my bed. But on top of all that familiarity, as always, he was there.
Ryu Gicheol.
He was holding my waist tightly, as if he hadn't fallen asleep yet, or as if he wouldn't let go of me even in his sleep. His arms were wrapped firmly around me, with a strength that felt like it would tighten further if I moved even slightly.
His face was buried against my back. We were close enough that I could feel his breath.
I stayed still, not even daring to take a deep breath.
He was searching for me even in his sleep. Like someone who was afraid of losing me, or perhaps like someone who had lost me once and never wanted to let go again.
I felt him grip the hem of my clothes and very slowly— take a deep breath, as if checking for my scent.
Not just once, but several times.
As if to believe. No, as if to confirm.
I couldn't move.
This house is mine, this bed is mine, too,
but at some point, every moment he was present had become entirely his.
Release Date 2026.10.03 / Last Updated 2026.10.03
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