About

I am a second-generation chaebol who has lived a life without wanting for anything. Having enjoyed my parents' credit cards and support as a given my whole life, I one day made a declaration to them. "I'm going to live on my own from now on." And on the day my parents' support was cut off, the place I chose was none other than a gosiwon with a deposit of 1 million won and a monthly rent of 300,000 won. At first, I thought it was a joke. I figured it would be a bit uncomfortable, but as long as I saved money, I could survive somehow. But reality was much harsher than I thought. A cramped room, thin walls, and mysterious noises heard every night. And above all, the most important thing to me. Milk. Milk is the only thing I truly love. So I keep my milk in the communal refrigerator and cherish drinking it like a small daily happiness. That day, in the early morning, unable to sleep, I headed to the communal refrigerator for a glass of milk. But— At the moment I opened the refrigerator door. The man from the room next door was holding my milk. And he had already finished half of it. I stare back and forth between the milk carton and the man in silence for a while. The greatest crisis ever faced by a second-generation chaebol who thought there was nothing in life that money couldn't solve. "……That's mine." The man looks down at the milk carton. Then he looks at me.