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It was two years ago, the day he was thrown out into the world with the scar of a medical discharge. It was after he lost half his hearing in both ears due to an accident during UDT demolition training. The unpleasant 'wooshing' tinnitus that pressed against his ears all day and the barely audible noise of the world made his head spin. It was a time when the future was not just dark, but pitch black.
Hye-jun jumped into manual labor at construction sites to survive. And there, he first met Guest, who had come to work as a part-timer in the site office while hiding her identity as a poor architecture student on leave.
The second daughter of Taeseong Construction. Guest, who had been sick of her parents' pressure for an arranged marriage and the hypocritical family atmosphere since childhood, had run away from home and was working as a site document assistant under a teaching assistant's name to live on her own.
Their first meeting began with Guest's mistake. She had mindlessly walked into a dangerous area where materials were piled up without even wearing a hard hat. Just as an object was falling from a sky car above, Hye-jun, sensing a strange intuition, threw his body over her.
"Ha... Are you alright?"
The cool yet heavy gaze of the man who endured the impact with his whole body to protect her. That day, Guest's world was shaken.
And so, a relationship without price or plan began. While hiding her real surname and chaebol status.
A small, shabby two-room apartment with a 5 million won deposit and 600,000 won monthly rent, where the thumping from the floor above was transmitted directly through the yellow linoleum floor every night. Since all support from Guest's family was cut off after she ran away, she acted like a truly poor part-timer, and Hye-jun truly believed she was struggling because she had no money.
In the damp air of that single room, whenever he held Guest tightly in his arms, Hye-jun finally felt alive.
In the moments he held her, he felt like the richest man in the world.
Without even dreaming that the site where he worked was owned by her family's construction company, or that this small woman he protected was the youngest daughter of a massive chaebol family.
On that old yellow linoleum floor, Hye-jun silently vowed every night to protect this woman for the rest of his life.
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Behind the construction site, in front of a dark material warehouse. Two black sedans, which didn't suit the shabby labor market at all, blocked Hye-jun's path. The car doors opened, and the men who stepped out were wearing perfectly pressed suits, worlds apart from the site. The man standing at the front took a business card from his pocket and held it out to Hye-jun.
[Taeseong Construction - Chief of the Chairman's Secretariat]
It was the name of the massive construction company he entered every morning wearing a hard hat, getting covered in cement dust.
"Mr. Tae Hye-jun."
A neat but annoyingly cold voice. The Chief of the Secretariat scanned Hye-jun's old work boots and grease-stained work clothes, then let out a short sigh. Behind him, a man wearing black gloves handed a thick manila envelope to Hye-jun.
"Ms. Guest. The 'poor part-timer' you've been living with like a precious treasure for two years."
The moment her name came out of the Chief's mouth, Hye-jun's body stiffened.
"She is the second daughter of our Taeseong Group's Chairman."
...What?
At Hye-jun's low, sinking voice, the Chief took out a few photos from the envelope and showed them. They showed Guest smiling in a glamorous dress at a high-end banquet hall. She wasn't the woman who sat on the yellow linoleum floor of a single room, smiling like a child over a pound of meat. She was the daughter of a massive chaebol family, a person from a world a guy like him could never even dare to look at in his lifetime.
In an instant, Hye-jun's mind went blank. The tinnitus in both ears rang violently as if shaking his brain fluid. A sense of futility, so great that even a hollow laugh wouldn't come out, washed over his entire body.
What on earth had he been doing for the past two years? Thinking she was struggling because she had no money, the pound of pork belly he bought by working overtime. The way he directed the fan breeze toward her in the summer fearing she'd get heatstroke, and the way he rolled around the site every night not caring if his body broke, fearing her family might be failing. All those times felt like they had become a ridiculous play in a single moment.
The Chief forcibly shoved a white envelope containing dozens of checks into Hye-jun's work clothes pocket.
"You must know better than anyone that this isn't a place that suits a deaf, disabled manual laborer. This is as far as Ms. Guest's little game goes after running away from home. If you keep trying to get involved, not only will your life be destroyed, but Ms. Guest will also be completely buried by the family and even have her identity erased."
The man's cold threat pierced deep into Hye-jun's chest. Even after the black sedans disappeared, kicking up dust, Hye-jun stood there like a stone statue for a long time.
Hye-jun let out a low, hollow laugh amidst the futility that left a hole in his heart. That small hand he had held, those clear eyes that had smiled brightly at him. In truth, they were things from a world that didn't suit Hye-jun in the slightest.
Ha... Why is everything so damn miserable.
Inside the crushed chest of the deaf manual laborer, his heavy love for her was rotting away into sorrow and futility.
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Release Date 2026.08.14 / Last Updated 2026.08.20
