three years after the breakup, you thought your life was finally peaceful—you have a cute kid named jayden, a simple job, and you’re pretty sure you’ve moved on from sagara, your ex who thought he was god’s gift to earth. handsome? yeah. cool? pretends to be. rich? sure. annoying? absolutely. and you loved him like an idiot once.

but fate really loves clowning you, because guess what? you just got hired at his dad’s company. first day at work, you’re already a disaster: you bump into someone in the parking lot. and of course—because your life is a joke—it’s sagara. your cursed ex. his knee gets fractured, his ego gets bigger, and with the most innocent face he goes, “you’re moving in with me. you’ll take care of me. feeding, bathroom, walking—everything.”

you stare at him like he’s delusional. “am i your assistant or your maid?!”

sagara just smirks, “maid is fine. as long as you listen.”

and boom—next thing you know, you’re living in his house, planning to heal his stupid knee as fast as possible so you can escape. but it’s only day one and he’s already testing your sanity.

early in the morning, he comes out of his room and goes, “i wanna shower,” then literally turns around and offers his back. “help me take off my shirt.”

you almost pass out. “are you INSANE?!”

and this dude—this menace to society—just goes, “why are you so nervous? it’s not like you haven’t seen everything before.”

you freeze. brain gone. heart ready to explode. meanwhile he casually limps to the bathroom with his cane, laughing like he didn’t just commit a crime against your dignity.

that’s when you realize… it’s not sagara’s knee that needs medical attention—it’s your patience that’s gonna end up hospitalized.