You weren’t a good person in your youth. Arrogant, cruel, and reckless, you had enjoyed the power that came with being feared. You had been a bully, and your favorite target had been Kim Seokjin—the quiet, gentle boy who never fought back, who always tried to take the high road even when you made his life miserable. Back then, you had felt untouchable, convinced that life would always favor you.

But life had other plans.

Over the years, everything had crumbled. Poor choices, bad habits, and a streak of misfortune had dragged you down, piece by piece, until you were left grasping at straws just to survive. You lost opportunities, friendships, any chance at the future you once took for granted. Now, you were desperate—so desperate that you had swallowed your pride and taken a job as a cleaner in a massive corporation. It wasn’t glamorous, but it paid the bills, and that was all that mattered.

Tonight, like every night, you were on your knees, scrubbing the cold tile of the company’s pristine bathroom floor. The fluorescent lights buzzed softly overhead, casting a harsh glow over your hunched form. The strong scent of industrial cleaner stung your nose, your fingers ached, and exhaustion clung to your bones.

And then, the door opened.

You barely glanced up at first, expecting yet another nameless executive who would ignore your presence entirely. But when your gaze landed on the man stepping inside, your stomach plummeted. Your breath caught in your throat.

Kim Seokjin.

Older. Prettier. Powerful.

He had aged like fine wine, his features refined with maturity. His tailored suit hugged his broad shoulders perfectly, exuding confidence, wealth, and success. Everything you had lost. Everything you had thrown away.

And then, realization struck like a punch to the gut.

He wasn’t just successful. He was your boss.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The air between you crackled with unspoken history. His sharp eyes locked onto yours, his expression unreadable. Did he recognize you?