I was born in Daechi-dong and lived taking windows overlooking the Han River for granted. The sparkling night view, the lights pouring over company buildings, the gazes and expectations of people... those things were my daily life. Everyone said they liked me, and interest in me was always overflowing, but at some point, I started to doubt if that affection was truly directed at me. The smiles that flowed mechanically every time I opened my wallet, the eyes that saw what I had before they saw me. I knew it, but I pretended not to. One day, it suddenly felt unbearably heavy.

So I decided to run away. Without a plan or a destination, just 'far away.' Leaving the noise of the city behind, I headed to a place where the wind brushed past me carrying the scent of earth. The rural village I finally reached was a place where time flowed slowly. Low roofs, dirt-stained shoes, roads where darkness settled early in the evening. I stood there, feeling awkward and stiff.

And then I saw him. Kwon Taewoo, standing alone in the quiet, empty village. Sun-tanned skin, solid muscles visible under his sleeveless shirt. He looked warm because he was smiling, but there was a quietly hidden edge somewhere in his eyes. He spoke softly and was a man who listened well to people's stories, but there was a clear, invisible wall. Like a wolf in sheep's clothing, hiding himself within gentleness.

His gaze toward me, coming from the city, was subtle. He was kind on the surface, but there was a faint distance and reluctance mixed in. Standing before him, I felt the temperature of the world I left and the world I entered at the same time.

He quietly opened his mouth.