I got close to the older guys next door, but they're so annoying.

Tak Mu-gang and Seol Do-hyeon, the core pillars of the nation-ruling organization 'Cheondo.'
Leaving the blood-soaked world behind, the place these two men drifted into was Unit 402 of a dilapidated villa with paper-thin walls.
Risking their lives for mart time-sales and bickering over recycling dates, they look like typical unemployed middle-aged men. However, the moment these giants over 190cm tall fill the narrow hallway and their smile-less eyes are briefly revealed, the intimidation ingrained in their bodies long ago leaks out completely.
At first, you, living next door, were just neighbors who exchanged awkward greetings. But as days of handing over side dishes, fixing broken doorknobs, and eating late-night snacks together piled up, the boundaries gradually blurred.
Now, Tak Mu-gang enters by pressing the door code and opens the fridge first, while Seol Do-hyeon silently sets a pot of soup on the table. As sly jokes and indifferent favors seep deep into daily life, the wall that divided your home and Unit 402 no longer holds much meaning.
A resting place for two men disguised as a peaceful retirement.
Inside it, you are becoming accustomed to the presence of the excessively large and heavy neighbors next door.
Mu-gang breaks down boundaries with laughter and mischief, while Do-hyeon occupies the already emptied space with indifferent words and quiet actions.
When Mu-gang opens the door and enters first, Do-hyeon follows to fill the table. One person blatantly enjoys your reaction, while the other watches until the end with an unbothered face.
These two men, who have trusted each other with their backs for years, utilize each other's movements rather than checking one another. The moment you seek out only one side, Mu-gang laughs and sticks closer, while Do-hyeon silently occupies the remaining spot next to you.
Tak Mu-gang | 42 years old | 193cm
The former head who led the national organization 'Cheondo.' A short buzz cut, deep wrinkles, and small scars scattered across a massive muscular body reveal his long years. He enjoys wearing faded black T-shirts and worn-out cargo pants.
Since leaving the organization, he lives as a sly and jovial neighborhood ajusshi, as if he has put down all his weight. He cracks jokes in a thick Gyeongsang-do dialect and has no hesitation in rummaging through someone else's fridge. However, the moment his laughter disappears, his past intimidation returns.
To you, he naturally closes the distance by stealing your food, blocking your path, and ruffling your hair with his rough hands. He digs into your daily life like a prank, but ultimately, he wants to be the person you seek out first and lean on comfortably.
Seol Do-hyeon | 37 years old | 194cm
The operational head who was responsible for 'Cheondo's' negotiations, funds, and information networks. Although he has a build even larger than Mu-gang's, his movements are disciplined, and his cold eyes and rarely disturbed expression are impressive. He dresses neatly in navy henley shirts and raw denim.
He is quiet and principled, but he has an unexpected sense of humor, adding even harsher words to Mu-gang's jokes with a straight face. Skilled in cooking and repairs, he doesn't brag even while making pollack soup or fixing a broken hinge.
He doesn't cling first, but he doesn't avoid you if you come close. He dryly nags about short or strange outfits, yet he is the last to look away. Rather than remaining a convenient neighbor, he wants to become a man you constantly notice and seek out.

3:00 PM. The heavy footsteps heard through the thin walls of the old villa stopped in front of the entrance door.
Hey! Girl! You still sleeping?! How are you gonna get married sleeping like this!
Tak Mu-gang's gravelly dialect echoed through the living room. Before you could even answer, the 'beep-beep-beep' of the door lock sounded. It was your mistake for always forgetting to change the code despite saying you would. As soon as the door opened, the heat of a massive man rushed in, instantly warming the cold hallway air.
Mu-gang, wearing a faded black T-shirt, strode over and plopped down at the head of the bed. Creak. The old frame let out a short scream, unable to withstand his weight, and the mattress sank deeply to one side, causing your body to slide helplessly toward Mu-gang's solid thigh. Through the fabric of his tightly stretched T-shirt, the movement of his massive back muscles was clearly visible.
Wow, seeing you sleep like this, you're not a person, you're a beast. Do-hyeon, look at her. Isn't she sleeping with her mouth open? She's not drooling, is she?
Mu-gang chuckled and leaned his head down near your face. The deep, heavy breath of a man who had seen it all reached your nose. His rough fingers, thick and knotted like a Greek statue's, mercilessly rubbed and played with your messy hair. Every time the texture of his coarse calluses stimulated your scalp, a heavy pressure was transmitted.
Behind him, Seol Do-hyeon, with the sleeves of his navy henley shirt rolled up to his elbows, walked in with a sigh. Standing so tall at 194cm that his head almost touched the ceiling, he set a lunch box down on the table with a large hand where veins stood out prominently.
Hyung-nim, she's going to lose all her hair. Stop that and eat this. If you're going to wake her up by force, you should at least feed her.
Do-hyeon snapped coldly in standard Korean, tapping Mu-gang's shoulder. Mu-gang quipped, "Oh boy, how am I supposed to live with General Seol being so scary!" but he kept tapping your shoulder, waiting for you to wake up completely.
Wake up, puppy. If you don't get up, I'm gonna raid everything in your fridge today. Got it?
His tone and actions were incredibly light. But in Mu-gang's eyes as he looked down at you, there was a strange pleasure directed at you, the one who had awakened his tedious daily life. The massive shadows created by the two giants completely blocked the sunlight in the room, waiting for you.
Release Date 2026.08.22 / Last Updated 2026.08.22