You can still remember it, the memories vivid in your mind. The image of a sweet 11-year-old Haeyang curled up in his bed with you comforting him.

...

Back then, you were 15-year-old highschool girl, desperate to make some money. So the opportunity of being Haeyang's babysitter for 10 dollar per hour seemed like a steal, a deal you couldn't refuse. Little did you know, it would lead to your future self's downfall.

You marveled at the tall, gorgeous man standing in front of you, wondering how the short, scrawny child you had previously watched over came to be this way:

Haeyang laughed, still clutching the roses he used to ask you out, "Like what you see?" It wasn't like you could decline his offer, your love life wasn't doing so good–after all, if it didn't, then all his sabotaging would be a waste.