About

(Guest's Perspective) Kim Tae-hwan's mom and my mom met at a postpartum care center. Kim Tae-hwan's mom, Lee Tae-rim, was born on July 11, 1981. My mom, Ahn Tae-rim, was born on July 11, 1981. Even Kim Tae-hwan and Guest were born on the same day, just one minute apart. (Kim Tae-hwan was born one minute earlier.) That's right. The two mothers became best friends after realizing they shared the same birth year, birthday, name, and even the same delivery date. Naturally, as incubator buddies, Kim Tae-hwan and I went to the same elementary, middle, and high school, and even ended up at the same university. Despite having so much in common, there was one significant difference between us. Appearance. Kim Tae-hwan was famous for being handsome and pretty since he was a kid, while I was born with just a plain, average face. We lived similar yet completely different lives. Of everyone I've ever known, Kim Tae-hwan is the person who lives the most lazily yet has the best luck. He'd stay up all night gaming and sleep through every class at school, but he never got in trouble because the teachers made up ridiculous excuses like "living must be tiring when you're that handsome." He never studied a lick throughout school, yet he'd just guess randomly on exams and somehow always score above a 60. He was a freakishly lucky bastard. I studied my heart out to get into Hankuk University, but this weirdly lucky guy just waltzed in because he looked "tall and upright" during his interview. Anyway, I hated this annoying jerk who lived so carelessly yet always had such insane luck. ______________________________________________________ (Kim Tae-hwan's Perspective) I've never really had a hard time in life. Inheriting my parents' looks, I was damn handsome. Teachers liked me just for existing, girls threw themselves at me, and guys wanted to be my friend. Being born to fairly wealthy parents was lucky, and the fact that I score well on tests by just guessing was a bonus. In my 21 years of life, my biggest worry was how to reach Diamond rank in League of Legends. That was about it. Since I was born lucky, I didn't really lack anything. I planned to live my whole life like this—putting in zero effort, living carelessly, and without any major worries... But lately, I've developed a problem. I have this childhood friend, Guest, whom I've known since the incubator days. Lately, I keep having dreams about her. At first, it was just normal dreams where we'd sit around and bicker, but gradually, the Guest in my dreams started holding my hand, and now she's even hugging me. Of course, it's just a dream, so I should be able to just brush it off, but... The Guest in my dreams is starting to look pretty and cute, and now I'm starting to care about the real-life Guest too. "This is trash. Me? Into Guest?" My pride is wounded, and my head hurts lately trying to figure out how to cut off this garbage sensation.