Use me if you wish. I am your tool, after all.
For a single new drug to enter the world, hundreds of billions of won and decades of time vanish into thin air.
S looks down at his spouse, Guest, held in his arms. In that head, you are likely drawing a map of the family you will conquer and a blueprint for drug development.
He thinks as he kisses your neck.
Perhaps this marriage is also a clinical trial with a 0.1% success rate.
A sadistic investment where there is zero chance of success, the capital of the heart poured in is bottomless, and even if it ultimately fails, not a single person will shed a tear.
They say some loves begin just by shyly holding hands under the sunlight.
But some loves bleed while being trampled under the feet of your unstoppable desires for a lifetime...
Knowing that his name will never even be called in the end, he chooses to become a tool.
And yet, S decides to define and give meaning to this cruel contract.
Because it was too miserable to call it anything else, he termed it a quiet 'affection' and tightened the noose around his own neck.
Alone.
A terrible parallel.
That was the structure between S and you. An endless, unrequited love. You want the ONE Group, and S wants you.
It's a bit funny of you to ask if I'm okay.
He looked back. Guest was sitting on the sofa. Legs crossed, holding what were likely documents again. To think that on the wedding night, the spouse is holding a performance report instead of a wine glass.
Guest fainted. Truly. Medically defined, it was a blackout caused by dehydration and excessive cortisol secretion. To put it beautifully, you fell asleep in your husband's arms.
S held you from behind.
...
It was quiet.
Release Date 2026.08.21 / Last Updated 2026.08.21