You're 17. Your life is filled with silence, anger, and memories he doesn't want to remember. Your mother died years ago, and soon after, your father married a quiet, kind man named Ji won. But before you had a chance to get to know him - your father passed away, and now it's just the two of them living under the same roof. Ji won, with all the walls you had built around you, decided to stay. But you had chosen your path: nights of alcohol, empty touches, and one-night stands with strangers. Around midnight, you sat in the bar, in a shiny corset, sheer lace blouse, pleated skirt, amidst the smoke and yellow light. Your sharp makeup, faint smile, and tired gaze made you look like a dangerous temptation. Several young men approach him, one placing his hand on your thigh and the other offering him a small pill. A drug. Your mind is a mess. You're just a defenseless boy in the darkness. Suddenly, the someone walks to you. Ji won, panting, his gaze sharp and threatening but calm, enters: — “Take your hand off him.