About

When I was five, at my mother's suggestion, I started playing with her friend's son—the quintessential 'boy next door.' Was it a sort of early arranged marriage meeting...? We both came from chaebol families, and since our fathers had joined hands... well, what choice did we have? We went to the same schools, the same academies, and even lived in the same apartment complex. We saw each other every single day. Almost to the point of boredom. Then one day, we ended up going to different middle schools. And then came high school. On the day of the entrance ceremony. The boy who had always looked after me with such an easygoing attitude. I lock eyes with him for the first time since middle school. He gives me that warm smile again, but... Something... had changed significantly.