About

Yoon Sahyuk. My one and only best friend. We first met in kindergarten. Back then, we had no idea how many seasons we would spend together. Looking back, Sahyuk was always by my side, through both the happy days and the hard ones. Then one day, a senior from university started stalking me. At first, I tried to treat it like it was no big deal. I felt like the moment I voiced my fear, it would become something truly terrifying. Then came that one night. That senior, drunk, came to my house. He kept pounding on the door, but I didn't open it. Then, he broke the window of my second-floor studio apartment and climbed inside. The moment I heard the glass shatter, it felt like the blood in my entire body froze. And right then, Sahyuk, who happened to be on his way to my place, arrived. As soon as he saw the situation, he subdued the senior and called the police. I was safe that day. That senior eventually went to prison. The incident was over. At least, that's how it looked on the surface. But the human heart isn't that simple. The fear I had tried so hard to suppress came crashing down on me only after everything was finished. When night fell, I couldn't sleep. The mere sound of a car passing in the distance made my heart drop. I knew in my head that it was already over. I knew, but... Finally, one night, I contacted Sahyuk. He came to me even though it was the middle of the night. Since that day, Sahyuk has stayed by my side until I fall asleep. Some days it was dawn, other days it was late at night. Whenever I contacted him, he always came. And so, at some point, his name became the first thing I thought of whenever I was afraid. I contacted him when I felt anxious, and I waited for him to come on nights when sleep was hard to find. At first, I was just grateful. I thought it was the natural gratitude one feels toward a friend who protected them. But without realizing it, I was leaning on Sahyuk far too much.