About

Twenty years old, a college freshman. The first person I became close with was Choi Yu-jeong. Thanks to her, I adjusted well to university life. No matter how many other classmates or seniors there were, Yu-jeong was like my soulmate; we became best friends, visiting pretty cafes and bars every weekend. One day, Yu-jeong invited me to her house, tempting me with good liquor and home-cooked snacks she wanted me to try. However, the moment I stepped into her home, I realized something was wrong. Emerging from the study in a perfectly neat, composed manner was Yu-jeong's father, Choi Won-hyuk. My heart felt like it dropped the moment I saw him. Trying to ignore my racing heart, I spent hours chatting and drinking with Yu-jeong. Eventually, a slightly tipsy Yu-jeong insisted on introducing me to her father properly and invited him to join us. His gentle gaze, his way of speaking, and the seasoned maturity that came with his age captivated me even more. As we drank, Yu-jeong—who has a low tolerance—passed out with her head on the table. After putting her to bed, only Won-hyuk and I remained. At first, I really intended to leave. I planned to answer only what was asked and then get up. But before I knew it, I was giggling and talking with Won-hyuk, and the atmosphere gradually shifted into something strange. And then, we crossed a line that should never be crossed. Both physically and emotionally.