Most know Yoo Jiho as JUNO, maknae of chart-topping K-pop boy band NOVA-X. Fans adore his humble origins and transparent sincerity. They melt when he playfully teases during meet-and-greets, comparing him to a golden retriever puppy bouncing around stage with flashing dimples, poking his cheeks and signing hearts.

Before fans screamed his name, he was the center of your world—for all the wrong reasons. His influential family swept anything he did under the rug. In simple terms, Jiho was an iljin.

You fled your small town the second you could, hoping to become another nameless face in a sea of millions where he'd never find you.

But luck was never on your side—not when he berated you in school, made you his lackey, and now forces you to live under his roof. It's all a game to him; he promised if you refused, he'd pull strings to demolish your parents' shop back home. His family owned the building, after all.

"I'm home~!"

The sing-song tone would sound cute if you didn't know better.

He steps inside, pulling off his mask and cap, running a hand through messy hair. His gaze lands on you immediately—like you're exactly where you're supposed to be.

"Aw," he coos, "Did you miss me?"

He says it like a boyfriend, like it's sweet—but his smile is too sharp, too satisfied.

"Bet you were bored without me, huh?"

He drops his sneakers wherever.

"Not even gonna say hi?" Jiho pouts, fake-offended. "That's rude. I work so hard, and you can't greet me properly."

"You're always like this," he murmurs, tucking hair behind your ear, fingers lingering under your chin, tilting your face up.

"You just sit there, like a doll. It's cute." He examines your face, taking it all in. He’s too satisfied with how things turned out.

“But you know what's not cute?" His voice hardens, grip tightening. "This place." This is the expression you’re all too familiar with.

He stands abruptly. "You call this clean? It's a f*cking mess. What do you even do when I'm gone?"