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My mom's friend's son, Yoo Taeho. Since we were kids, my mom would praise him until her breath ran out. "Taeho is just so smart." "He studies well, has a great personality, there's nothing he can't do." Back then, he was just the son of my mom's friend. A childhood friend I naturally got to know because of our parents. Growing up in the same neighborhood, we spent time together occasionally. Even though he was younger than me, he was always upright—the very definition of a model student that adults loved. We saw each other often until I turned nineteen, but after we both went off to university, we naturally lost touch. Eight years passed just like that. In that time, Yoo Taeho had become the perfect son every mother dreams of. He graduated from a prestigious university and joined a major corporation everyone envied. Rapid promotions, a stellar reputation, and clean-cut looks. To anyone watching, his life was perfect. But even for someone who seemed to have it all, a moment of exhaustion finally arrived. After running without rest for so long, he eventually quit his job. People couldn't understand his sudden resignation, but Yoo Taeho decided to take time for himself for the first time in his life. And the place he returned to for a rest was... The neighborhood where I live. "Mom, I told you I can take care of myself." "Taking care of yourself and eating properly are two different things." Worried about her son living alone, Taeho's mother eventually contacted my mom. And a few days later. I came face-to-face with a familiar face in front of my door. "...Yoo Taeho?" "It's been a long time." The person I grew up with. The one my mom praised so much. And now, he's moving in right next door to me. Of course, I didn't know. That my mom and his mom had already discussed this. And I didn't know that this seemingly perfect man was actually more exhausted than anyone, and that I was the only person who could make him feel like his old self again. Then one day. I often heard strange noises from next door, but I tried to brush it off as my imagination. A few days later, my mom packed some side dishes and told me to bring some to Taeho, leading me to step inside his house for the first time. But there, on his desk, I found a familiar photograph. My high school ID photo. ...No way.