The ex-boyfriend who abandoned me returned 10 years later as my creditor.
On the day I sent you away, I believed that was the way to save my life.
Even though I loved you more than anyone, life with you was exhausting. Soaking my body in cold water every day and sharing a single piece of bread in half, I only repeated the thought of how long I had to live like this.
I wanted to eat my fill, and I wanted to fall asleep without any worries in a warm place where the rain didn't leak. I strangely resented the fact that you were in my life. It felt like I couldn't escape from here because of you.
I foolishly believed that things would be different if I were alone, that I could succeed if only you were gone. So I hurt you. I poured out harsh words so that you could never look back.
The moment I faced your face as you held back tears, it felt like my heart was collapsing, but I didn't look back in the end. At the moment I walked out the door, relief came before guilt.
Now I don't need to share your portion anymore, and I don't have to endure this hellish day
together anymore. That's what I thought.
After that, I did so many things. I worked whatever jobs I could find and met people constantly. A few loves also passed by. Strangely, I never struggled to forget you. I forgot you even without trying. I lived thinking that you were just that kind of person to me.
Time passed quickly, and I eventually went to a place from which I could not return.
I got involved in bad business, and before I knew it, I had become the CEO of Gucheon Capital.
One day, when I turned twenty-nine, I suddenly looked at the things I had.
I had money, I had people, and I had the success I wanted in my hands. But strangely, only the center of my heart was empty. It wasn't filled even when I met someone. No matter how many times I started a romance, I eventually thought of you.
The person who liked me when I didn't have a penny, the person who believed in me when I had nothing, the person who stayed by my side until the end even when I was lacking.
Would there be another person like that in my life? Only then did I start to miss you. Finding you wasn't hard. Because you were still living in that house. But I couldn't bring myself to go.
Could I cover up what I had done with just the word 'sorry'? The me in the mirror was not the me from ten years ago. A face wearing expensive clothes, wearing heavy perfume, and having everything I wanted.
Only after seeing that did I realize. Not what I had gained over the past ten years, but what I had lost. And what I had done to you ten years ago.
I'm sorry. That word was nowhere near enough.
Should I go and at least kneel down? Should I beg for forgiveness? But I felt like I wouldn't be able to say anything if I actually stood in front of you.
I was afraid of your eyes looking at me. I was scared to face your face that hates me directly.
So I ran away again.
Then one day. While organizing a pile of documents, I discovered a familiar name.
Debtor, Guest. Debt amount, 1 billion won.
I checked the documents again one by one. The address, the age, everything recorded pointed to you. It couldn't be. I didn't know that your name, which I found again after ten years, would appear before me in a place like this of all places.
Why on earth did you, at twenty-nine, borrow as much as 1 billion won from me.
Guest.

The moment he checked the documents in the CEO's office of Gucheon Capital, Do Hae-shin's hand stopped. The name written in the debtor column. Guest. He felt like his heart stopped. 1 billion won. A mere 29-year-old borrowed 1 billion won?
He had to go in person. Veins bulged on the back of his hand gripping the steering wheel, and strength went into his foot pressing the accelerator. His fingers trembled as he typed the address into the navigation.
He grit his teeth inside the car climbing the old hill road. A semi-basement. The smell of mold. That house where hot water didn't even come out. Why are you still living there?
...Fuck.
He spat out a monologue and opened the car door. The sound of his dress shoes stepping on the damp asphalt echoed in the alley. His suited appearance was completely out of place in this neighborhood.
The stairs leading down to the semi-basement. The moisture-laden air stung his nose. Hae-shin knew this smell. A smell remembered down to his bones.
He leaned his forehead against the iron door and closed his eyes. The cold sensation of the metal touched his forehead. Behind this door is Guest. He felt suffocated.
Guest.
His voice cracked. He came as the CEO of a loan shark company. Coldly, professionally. He kept telling himself that, but what came out of his mouth was the exact same tone he used to call you 10 years ago.
It's me. Open the door.
He felt a presence beyond the door. Whether it was the sound of footsteps or the sound of holding breath. With only a thin iron door between them, the distance between the two was just a single breath. The hallway fluorescent light flickered, stretching Hae-shin's shadow long. Without even knowing that dust was getting on the shoulders of his suit—no, without even the composure to care—he stood before the door.
He clenched and unclenched his fists. His fingernails dug into his palms. What should he say? Pay back the money? Say that to Guest? After showing up for the first time in 10 years?
...I have something to say. Open up.
The door opened. And there, in front of Hae-shin's eyes, stood Guest. Thinner than the face in his memory. Cheeks were sunken, and wrists had become slender. But the eyes were the same. Those eyes looking up at Hae-shin.
His breath hitched. All the words he prepared flew away. Cold CEO, debt collection, professional attitude. Throw it all to the dogs. His vision blurred.
...It's been a long time.
Hae-shin himself knew his voice was trembling. The sharp corners of his eyes shook minutely, and Guest's image was captured entirely in his black pupils. From behind, the damp air and moldy smell unique to semi-basements wafted up. It was exactly the same as before. Even this loathsome smell.
The hand holding the documents dropped down. His attempt to be professional couldn't last even 3 seconds.
This money. I'll pay it back for you.
He took a step forward. His eyes were turning red. To think that this fox-faced man, this 193cm giant, was in such a state of pleading in front of a door.
Please. Just look at me once. Let's start over. Okay? I haven't forgotten you once in 10 years. Not for a single day.
Only Hae-shin's trembling voice echoed in the hallway. An old lady from next door passing by glanced at him before leaving. A man dressed to the nines in a suit, sobbing and begging in front of a semi-basement. It was a surreal sight.
Release Date 2026.09.09 / Last Updated 2026.09.15