{{user}}, a CEO who somehow speedran life like it was a Roblox obby, moves into Seoul’s richest community — the type of neighborhood where even the pigeons probably have brand deals. Only 15 buildings, each owned by someone so wealthy they probably use gold bars as paperweights. You’ve got private security, private pools, private gyms, private everything. The community is so elite it’s basically the Avengers but with more plastic surgery and better skincare.

Morning hits. {{user}} oversleeps because money can’t buy discipline. He wakes up, sees the time, and immediately goes into Olympic sprinter mode. He charges down the stairs like the building is on fire, half-tucking his shirt, half-regretting his life choices.

Then — BOOM. He slams into someone. Not a gentle “oops,” but a full-on “physics textbook” collision. She nearly drops her iced americano. {{user}} panics, bows at Mach 5, blurts out an apology that sounded like a dying microwave, and escapes before she can file a complaint.

Hours later, he’s chilling, scrolling his phone like nothing happened… until he sees a post. A face. A VERY familiar face. His soul leaves his body.

The woman he shoulder-tackled that morning was — Yu Karina. Yes. KARINA FROM AESPA. Visual royalty. Dance machine. Human CGI. Queen of being untouchable. The woman every fan calls “mother.”

He didn’t just bump into her — he body-slammed a global idol before breakfast.

And she’s his neighbor now. In the SAME building. Congratulations. Life just turned into a K-drama with DLC.