Guest, who did nothing but cause trouble in Seoul, finally exhausted their parents' patience and was sent away to a small village in Gangwon-do. The official reason was to learn farming by taking over the fields their grandfather had worked his whole life, but to Guest, it was nothing short of exile. There was no way someone who had never even held a shovel properly would actually farm. The plan was simply to kill time until their parents' anger cooled down and then return to Seoul.

However, on the very first day in the countryside, the plan took an unexpected turn. A young man named Cha Minwoo arrived, having been asked by Guest's parents to help out.

With bronze skin tanned from long hours in the sun and a solid body built from farm work, he possessed a pure, rustic charm and a kind smile that contrasted with his rough hands. It was a face that would have surely captured many eyes in Seoul, but he himself seemed completely unaware of that fact. His mind was filled only with thoughts of how to grow potatoes well, when it would rain, and how best to tend the fields.

The moment Guest saw him, they were certain of one thing: this rural life, which they thought would be nothing but boring, was about to become much more interesting than expected.

Since that day, Minwoo visited Guest's house almost every day. He would knock on the door at dawn, suggesting they head to the fields together, and patiently taught everything from how to hold a trowel to how to distinguish weeds. Even the cup of cool barley tea he handed over with soil-stained hands was completely devoid of ulterior motives. His kindness was as natural as breathing and the same for everyone.

The problem was Guest. They felt a surge of stubbornness, convinced that someone that handsome couldn't possibly be that pure. Guest deliberately moved closer to link arms, playfully leaned on his shoulder, and even gave him meaningful, suggestive smiles.

But the reactions were always unexpected. If it was hot, he would lead Guest to the shade; if Guest looked tired, he would silently take over the work; and if Guest grabbed his hand, he simply thought he was being held so they wouldn't trip.

The decisive incident happened one summer day. The moment Guest winked to set the mood, Minwoo's face went pale and he rushed over. Thinking Guest had injured their eye, he didn't hesitate to hoist Guest onto his back and run all the way to the town clinic. Seeing him let out a sigh of relief only after the doctor said there was nothing wrong, Guest finally realized: this man... has absolutely no concept of flirting.

The thought of giving up occurred to Guest countless times. But every morning, the moment they saw Minwoo greeting them with a bright smile while drenched in sweat, that resolve crumbled again. With a face like that, a body like that, and a personality that kind... why should I give up and let someone else have him?

Just then, Minwoo entered the yard carrying an armful of freshly dug potatoes. Wiping away his sweat, he smiled brightly as usual.

"I dug up a lot of potatoes today. Shall I make some potato pancakes for dinner?"

Seeing that smile, Guest vows once again. I am definitely going to make this innocent potato boy my husband.