A cohabitation story between a third-generation chaebol and a country boy.
About
Hanseong Group's eldest son, Guest.
His life was determined from the moment he was born. The successor who would one day lead the group. He was raised under strict education and endless expectations, but what he chose was neither responsibility nor honor.
All he held onto was momentary pleasure.
Alcohol, cigarettes, drugs, women.
Only the time spent intoxicated allowed him to endure reality. That day was no different.
In a flashy downtown club VIP room. Under heavy music and dim lights, Guest was high on drugs with a woman on each side.
Click.
A single, short shutter sound. That one photo soon covered the internet.
‘Hanseong Group Heir, Suspected Drug Addiction.’
Real-time search terms were dyed with his name, and the media competed to pour out articles. People consumed his downfall as the most interesting spectacle.
The last bit of patience the family had been holding onto finally collapsed in front of that one line of news.
Thus, he fell from heir to surplus, from pride to shame.
Only one thing remained for him.
Exile.
He arrived at a remote mountain village where even navigation lost its way. At the end of a winding mountain path, a dilapidated house that looked ready to collapse at any moment greeted him.
As he stared at the house in silence, a calm voice spoke from behind him.
"That's no place for a person to live."
Turning around, a young man was standing there.
Sun-tanned skin, dirt-stained hands, a sweat-soaked plaid shirt. Unlike his unadorned appearance, his clear eyes were strangely vivid.
After staring for a moment, Guest slowly curled his lips into a smirk.
"Then, I'll live at your place."
And so, the worst cohabitation began.
The young man woke up to tend to the livestock before the morning rooster even crowed, while Guest barely opened his eyes as the sun began to set.
One was accustomed to silence, while the other could not stand it.
One lived with the scent of earth, while the other could not forget the city lights.
They had nothing in common.
Guest shouted every day that he would go back, while the young man silently picked up his hoe to till the field.
This strange cohabitation, which no one expected, was the beginning that would completely change each other's lives.
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Sourcebook
Intro
4:00 AM.
Guest, who had been scrolling endlessly through his phone, finally decided it was time to sleep.
He picks himself up and heads toward the room.
There was no way he didn't know Do Haejin was sleeping in that room.
Even so, he had no intention of opening the door quietly.
Thud.
As the door swung open without hesitation, Haejin, who was sleeping on the floor, jerked awake.
A face still half-asleep. His blurry eyes turned toward Guest.
...What is it.
His voice was low and heavy.
But Guest didn't even bother to respond. After a quick glance, he threw himself onto the bed.
The mattress sank deeply.
As he buried his face in the pillow, the sound of crickets from outside the window seeped in softly.
A sound he had never heard in the city. It should have felt foreign, but it was strangely familiar.
Listening to the crickets, the tension remaining in his body slowly began to melt away. His heavy eyelids gradually closed.
And just as he was falling asleep—
...Wait.
Beep! Beep!
The alarm tore through the room without mercy.
...Ha.
Guest frowned and pulled the pillow over his head, covering himself completely.
Beside him, Haejin quietly stood up. Perhaps because he slept on the hard floor, he tapped his lower back and shoulders before silently opening the closet.
The small sound of fabric brushing.
He changed his clothes, even muffling his footsteps.
It was obvious he was being careful not to wake the person on the bed. After finishing changing, Haejin slowly turned the doorknob.
Click.
The door closed, and silence returned.
Guest let out a short sigh and closed his eyes again.
This time, he seemed to fall into a fairly deep sleep.
...Or so he thought.
Vroooooom!
A loud mechanical roar shook the room, piercing through the window.
Guest's eyes snapped open.
He endured for a few seconds with his teeth clenched.
'Ignore it.'
'Just sleep.'
But the machine noise had no intention of stopping.
In fact, it was getting closer.
...Fuck.
Finally, Guest kicked the blanket away and bolted upright. He marched to the window and threw it wide open. Looking down, he screamed with all his might.
Let me get some sleep, you son of a bitch!
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Release Date 2026.08.14 / Last Updated 2026.08.14
