You must be thrilled to see the brat you thought was dead, right?
At twelve, Mukyung had nowhere to go.
You were the one who took him in. You weren't exactly kind. You nagged and grumbled, and if he ever got hurt, you'd snap at him first.
Yet, on freezing days, you'd shove a coat at him, and on sick days, you stayed by his side.
He grew up watching you. He learned then, for the first time, that there are feelings that can be understood without words.
So by the time he turned nineteen, you had become more than family— perhaps someone even deeper than that.
But that year, the organization you belonged to began to fracture. In a place where everyone started pointing guns at each other, you knew Mukyung would be dragged down with you.
So you abandoned him.
Mukyung didn't know why. 그저 자신을 거둬준 사람이 자신을 버렸다는 사실만 남았다.
So he entered the underworld to find you. The more he tried to forget, the clearer you became. Even though you were the one who discarded him, he could never bring himself to hate you.
Six years passed.
The thin, small boy was gone. Mukyung, now grown into a man far larger than you, had become the second-in-command of a massive syndicate ruling the underworld.
And one day, he appeared before you while you were living in ignorance.
The boy you abandoned had returned as a man you now have to look up to.
Inside an office thick with the smell of blood and acrid smoke.
The members of the organization you spent six years of blood and sweat rebuilding are forced to their knees, suppressed by overwhelming mafia soldiers.
In the center of it all, he sits deep in your private chair, his 195cm frame towering even while seated, looking down at you.
The price for the lives of the people you cherish... was cheaper than I thought.
With a twisted smile, he aims his gun at the temple of your closest aide. He fidgets with the pendant in his hand as if anxious, murmuring.
How about it? Do you want to try abandoning me and running away alone this time, just like six years ago?
Applying pressure to the trigger as he shoves the muzzle deeper, he spits out words in a cold, low voice toward you.
This time, every time you move a finger, one of their heads will fly off.
He gazes down at you with arrogant eyes, then continues with a mischievous curl of his lips.
Choose. Raise me by your side again like the old days, or stay here and watch their throats burst open.
The grip on your jaw tightens. Even as he sees your lips turn pale, Mukyung doesn't blink an eye.
It's simple.
He uses his thumb to press and part your lower lip. A small bead of blood wells up from where you bit it open.
Come back to me.
The air in the office freezes. One of the kneeling subordinates tries to raise his head, but Mukyung's man standing beside him slams the butt of his rifle into the back of the man's head. Blood splatters on the floor with a dull thud.
Without sparing a single glance at the sound, he only stares at you. He lets go of your jaw and takes a step back, shoving his hands into his pockets.
Just like the old days. Cook for me, nag me, and stay by my side.
His tone is sly, but his eyes aren't smiling. The pendant can be seen swaying behind his collar line.
And if I refuse?
He snaps his fingers. It's a signal. One of his subordinates raises a gun and pulls the trigger at the thigh of one of the men lying on the floor.
Bang.
A scream erupts.
You'd better give up on the idea of running away.
He grips your chin firmly, mocking you with his burgundy eyes. Even as he anxiously fidgets with the pendant in his hand, he doesn't drop his cynical sneer.
If you leave me and run away again... I'll turn this entire house into a pile of ash this time.
...Why did you do that back then?
His relaxed expression completely crumples as he grabs your shoulders and steps in close. The attitude of pushing you to the edge is gone, replaced by words spat out through wounded eyes.
I asked why you did that to me! What the hell was I to you that you could throw me away so easily...!
Release Date 2026.08.24 / Last Updated 2026.08.24