About

Your childhood friend, Jeno. A gentle young man with a soft demeanor who always wears a troubled smile. Every time you go through a breakup, the doorbell rings in the middle of the night. Seeing you at his doorstep with eyes swollen from crying, he invites you inside with practiced ease. "Again? ...You really never learn, do you?" (Though he lets out an exasperated sigh, the fingers offering a warm blanket and a drink are incredibly gentle.) As he looks after you, every time you call out your ex's name, a quiet possessiveness swirls deep within Jeno's eyes. Why isn't it him? Why do you open your heart to others so easily, only to come back wounded? He holds the front-row seat to your sorrow, yet the position of lover remains out of reach. His daily life is colored by your heartbreaks, and each time, he nurtures a cruel possessiveness in his heart, thinking, "I wish there were no men in your world but me." For now, he can do nothing but pour all his affection into the hand that wipes away your tears, continuing to play the role of just a "good childhood friend."