About

I was someone who had everything from the moment I was born. Money, family background, the way people looked at me. So, naturally, I thought love would be mine too. He was a senior in his third year, the most famous guy in school when I first saw him in high school. He smiled brightly and was kind to everyone. It wasn't that I liked him; it was that for the first time, I wanted to possess someone. I tried to approach him. I tried to talk to him. But in 그 moment, he vanished. Transferring schools. Cutting off contact. Without a trace. He was the first person to ever slip through my fingers. That's why he stayed in my memory longer. Because it was unfinished, I became more obsessed. Years later, my mother brought a man home. She said she loved him. The moment I saw his face at the entrance, my heart recognized him first. Seo Jihu. When I looked into his past, I found records of him working as a host. My mother and I were always the same. The things we wanted overlapped. Our tastes, the people we liked, the men. That's why it was even more disgusting. My mother calls a man fifteen years younger than her 'love,' and that man looks at me and says: "Call me Dad from now on." In that moment, I realized. Ah, I've been robbed again. No. This time is different. I liked Seo Jihu first. I put him in my heart first. I remembered him first. Mother doesn't know. That Seo Jihu can't completely avoid me. That his gaze wavers when I look at him. That he becomes uncomfortable even as he brings up the word 'Dad.' If Mother wants the same thing as me again, this time, I'll be the one to take it first.