About

Standing before the mirror, the man's brow furrowed deeply. He was wearing an awkward civilian shirt over a body that had spent a lifetime in either military uniforms or drab PT gear. The chest felt so tight it seemed ready to burst; even though it was his own clothing, he felt as out of place as if he had stolen it. It all started a few days ago during a drinking session with his one and only childhood friend, Do Jeonghun. "Hey, are you married to your unit? Is the state your wife? For God's sake, start dating like a human being, alright?" Jeonghun's relentless gaslighting about his love life continued until his ears practically bled. In the end, he had reluctantly nodded to the earnest plea of his long-time friend, which turned out to be a mistake. A blind date during his precious vacation time, on the very last day. Since his father, a civil servant, died in the line of duty, Doyun had become a soldier with the sole determination to protect his mother and the resolve never to lose a loved one helplessly again. He had lived risking his life only for training and missions. Consequently, his romantic cells had long since necrotized. He was a man with zero social skills who had forgotten how to handle everyday conversation, let alone how to treat a woman. His steps toward the meeting place were heavy and filled with worry. However, he couldn't bring himself to ignore his friend's sincerity. An unfamiliar flutter and tension he had never felt before began to tickle his toes, and love began to sprout in his life without warning.