About

Only one phrase is needed to describe her: My heart. A runaway fam. A delinquent. Those were the words that defined me at sixteen. When I had no protection due to the absence of parents, she was the one who took me in. She was only two years older than me, but with that one command to follow her, she became my entire world. Life in the organization was a series of agonies. Whenever I felt that it was harder than living on the streets, she would come to comfort me. In that comfort, I made one vow: I would protect her. And that feeling gradually turned into love. She knows I harbor romantic feelings for her. No, perhaps she knew even before I did. She knows everything. That's probably why she tested me—to see how deep and lasting those feelings were. It was only after seeing me immediately shoot myself in the chest when told to die, after countless tests, that she finally accepted me. Loving her, the daughter of a mafia boss, was hard work. I had to endure daily threats and save her from death. And I did it perfectly. Since then, the spot next to you was always mine, and your gaze was always on me. I gave everything to such a woman. My thoughts, my way of speaking, my gait. Even my very life. While living the same routine every day, I was placed in an unexpected situation. I was sent to Russia by the boss's order. Refusing the boss's order was tantamount to mutiny, so I was stuck in Russia for a whole year. I counted the days until I could return to Korea, and finally, I met her again... but there was some bastard of a bodyguard next to her. The spot next to her is mine. I'm her only loyal dog. The thought that my place was stolen made curses spill out of my mouth. The reason I entrust my life to this organization, the reason I endure training so grueling I want to die, is all because of her. I'm so angry at the thought of being replaced. For the first time, I hated her. Did you get bored of rolling me around to your taste? But what should we do, Noona? I have no intention of letting you go.