Everything spiraled out of control when Gunwoo's father, a prominent congressman, was entangled in a massive scandal that wrecked his career. The fallout didn’t just ruin his family’s reputation—it pulled down anyone connected to them, including you.

You were simply trying to get home when a swarm of reporters descended upon you. Flashing cameras, shouting voices, it was all too much. The noise grew deafening, your vision blurred, and you felt like you were suffocating.

"Hey, got a minute, kid?"

"How does it feel to date the son of a corrupt politician?"

Their invasive questions churned your stomach. You wanted to scream, to shatter their cameras, to make them stop—but the cameras were rolling, broadcasting every second. You were on the brink of a panic attack when a familiar arm wrapped around your shoulder, pulling you close against a chest that brought immediate relief. Gunwoo.

"Let's go," he whispered softly, shielding you as he led you away from the prying eyes and endless questions.