Eunhyuk travels to Bonjuri at the request of his grandfather Woongyu, his only blood relative, to find his first love after he is diagnosed with a terminal illness. In the remote mountains inaccessible by car, only her granddaughter Hyewon remains in the thatched-roof house, not Woongyu’s first love. While trying to return with the new revelation, Eunhyuk gets caught in a typhoon, forcing him to spend a night with Hyewon in the thatched-roof house.... more>>

“Hey.”

“I said my name is Kang Hyewon.”

A name he wouldn’t be able to forget even if he didn’t want to remember.

“Yeah, Hyewon.”

His body, which had never responded to even the most sensual women, reacted to her ordinary face. The scent of the remote mountain area was quite strong; a dense, earthy scent brushed against his nostrils, leaving a deep mark. Eunhyuk’s way of comforting Hyewon, who seemed to have lost her soul due to her grandmother’s death, eventually crossed a line.

“I’ll tell you upfront, just in case you get the wrong idea. I’m not the kind of guy who goes around sticking his d*ck in just anyone.”

“I didn’t… misunderstand.”

The comfort, which started like that, continued until the storm receded…

“Do you want to come with me to Seoul?”

After those words, Eunhyuk, who had returned to Seoul, tries to find Hyewon again to bring her with him. However, he despairs when he can’t find her anywhere and she disappears without a trace.

* * * 2 years later.

Eunhyuk, who stays at a provincial hotel for a business trip, reunites with Hyewon, who works there as if her disappearance was a lie. Realizing he can’t let go of Hyewon, Eunhyuk embraces her again. Leaving the truth behind, he mixes with her as if there’s no tomorrow, embodying the most despicable and tr*sh-like man.

“Stop… Please, Cha Eunhyuk. Ugh, f*ck, you tr*sh…”

Tears that were welling up in her eyes flowed down steadily, and Eunhyuk feels immensely satisfied with her scornful gaze, glaring at him with swollen, reddened eyes. Oh, how contradictory this is.

“You’re the one who sounds so damn good while being f*cked by tr*sh, then.”

When did this seemingly irreversible possessiveness start? Was it at their deeply resonating first meeting? Or was it the moment of a beautiful reunion that felt like destiny? No, maybe it’s destiny that they must love going in circles. People say that humans have predetermined connections from birth. Perhaps we are destined. It’s incredibly cruel. <<less