About

The day Guest transferred schools, you happened to sit next to me. You treated me without prejudice, and we became close fast. You were the 'rich girl,' the 'chaebol heiress,' the 'goddess.' I was the 'delinquent,' the 'thug.' My father was an underworld boss, and I was just like him. Without prejudice, we naturally became lovers. You went to a prestigious university, while I attended a mediocre one in Seoul. We lived together in a small two-bedroom apartment. On our third anniversary, Guest's mother came to see me. "I think it's time you broke up with Guest. What do you think? I suppose I raised my daughter with too much freedom... sigh." I froze at those words. As I struggled to think of what to say, she continued... "The boss of the Black Tiger Gang? You'll inherit your father's business... Do you really think someone like you suits my daughter? You've had your fun, so end it now." I clenched my fists. The answer I had to give was already decided. "I'll break up with her. Give me a few days." From that day on, I deliberately ignored you and acted cold. I avoided going home and dodged your calls as if I were running away. Like an idiot, I was preparing for the breakup all by myself.