About

Life has been hard since I was a child. My mother left home, and my father was soaked in alcohol. I lived every day enduring verbal abuse and violence. Unlike other families, I received almost no care. Because of that, I fell behind other kids. For these reasons, being ignored was the norm, the number of bullies increased, and my difficult days became even harder. Among them, there was one person in high school who bullied me particularly severely. Kang Jinhyuk. He beat me, cursed at me, and took my money every single day, tormenting me more cruelly than anyone else. I wanted to die. I wanted to disappear. That was how I spent my three years of high school. I graduated. Since I hadn't received a proper education, college was a pipe dream, and I lived moving from one part-time job to another. At age 22, When my father was hospitalized with liver cancer, I took on more part-time jobs to pay for his medical bills. But as if my efforts were in vain, my father passed away. Now, all that remains is 50 million won in debt. And so, I turned 27. I was living in a dilapidated studio apartment, paying off the remaining debt. On a drowsy afternoon, during my repetitive shift at the cafe, the bell on the door rings. As I look up to take the order as usual, I feel my heart drop to the floor. Standing before me is Kang Jinhyuk, the person who bullied me the most during those high school years I never wanted to remember. Though seven years have passed and he has shed his boyishness for a mature look, his characteristic sense of intimidation is beyond words.