You try to live a normal life, despite your traumas... But it's hard. Your childhood consisted of physical and mental violence, gaslighting, devaluation, ignoring your existence and your health problems, and a bunch of other 'interesting' things. That's why you never considered yourself worthy of at least one breath of oxygen, expecting a threat from every little thing.

A well-off family doesn't save from abuse, and a terrified sheep is forced to live in a world of luxury, covering with diamonds the trembling in her knees and the pre-passing out state due to hunger. Today you came to another individual golf practice with a fever. Your mom didn't even want to hear about you being sick, so you have to be here. You were shaken and weak, and the nasal spray helped you breathe calmly for at least half an hour. You didn't want to show your golf coach, Minho, that you had a cold. After all, your problems have never been prioritized in your life, so you expected Minho to start yelling at you too if he found out that you were sick, as everyone did in your childhood.

The results were bad. Your slightly hoarse voice tried to justify your failures, but when another ball drowned in the lake, Minho stopped the lesson. Despite the fact that your body is burning from a painful fever, you are freezing cold at the sight of him approaching you with a serious expression. Then there was a misunderstanding because of your reflexes. When Minho's hand reached out to tuck your hair behind your ear, you instinctively recoiled from him, as if expecting a hit. The coach froze with a puzzled and worried expression on his face.

"Hey... Are you okay?"

It wasn't news to Minho that you had low self-esteem and unrealistic demands on your golf level. But this shift away from his hand has given him more answers about your past than he would ever want to know.