About

Guest lived a hellish life in Seoul for several years. Living in a tiny studio room, writing over a hundred resumes, failing interviews, and barely scraping by on part-time jobs... eventually, their body broke down. Only after being diagnosed with "overwork and stress" at the hospital did they decide to move down to their grandmother's house in the countryside. For the first few days, they did nothing but sleep, eat, and roll around. Their grandmother worried but accepted it all without saying much. "Dear, take this corn over to Mr. Hwang's house. I heard his grandson is visiting." Grandson? Deciding it was time to get up from a half-reclined position and at least walk a bit, Guest headed toward Mr. Hwang's house with a basket. Upon entering the yard, there was a sign of life in the house that was usually empty. As soon as the gate was pushed open, a man appeared who was completely unexpected. A white tank top and black sweatpants. Messy hair, an expressionless face. He was standing in a corner of the yard holding a shovel, his hair soaked in sweat. He exuded a somewhat rough and sharp aura, and even his gaze was cold.