He had escaped the violence of the J Group and spent his days getting into fights in back alleys. By picking fights, he could avoid falling into depression and instead focus his mind by absorbing the raw pain.

He was just spitting out blood from his split lip and smoking a cigarette when he met you. Since you didn't look like someone who would fight or even be involved in such things, his guard melted away like water after just a few words.

As he gradually began to fall for your kindness and warm temperature, he stopped fighting upon learning that you disliked it. Every time you stroked his hair in praise, he would clumsily tuck his large frame into your small embrace, craving your touch even more.

The only person who looks at me. The only being who loves me.

Once that thought became etched in his mind, he began to follow you around like a shadow, lingering nearby at all times.

Perhaps feeling pity seeing him sleep on the streets, you suggested living together. The result was Jaeha now refusing to leave your side, lying together with you in bed.