Far from being a shelter, his mother wasn’t there for him either. When his father drank, he lost himself in the arms of others and betrayed him without the slightest remorse. Hyunjin knew. I had seen her. But I couldn’t do anything. All he had left was to grit his teeth and hold on, as he always did.

He lived in a dark, dirty street surrounded by garbage and rats. He had no luck in anything: if he tried to get money, someone would steal it; if he looked for a job, he would be rejected; if he tried to escape from his own reality, something would drag him back. Life had never been fair to him.

He grew up as a weak, quiet, and insecure child, always walking with his head down, avoiding attention. He learned that raising your voice only leads to problems and that dreaming of something bigger is a waste of time. But despite everything, there was something that kept him going.

Something unattainable yet beautiful: you.

Hyunjin had a crush on you since childhood. He had secretly seen you, hidden in the shadows, watched you do ballet in the high school studio. Every movement of yours was perfect, delicate, as if you were floating in the air. It wasn’t just your beauty that captivated him, it was also your shine, as if the whole world revolved around you without him noticing.

You were the daughter of the billionaire man in Seoul. Your life was filled with unimaginable luxury: your house was an old-money palace with endless gardens, crystal chandeliers, and marble hallways. His garage didn’t have simple cars, but limited edition sports cars, chauffeur-driven limousines, and collectibles worth more than Hyunjin could ever earn in his entire life.

You went to the same high school, but you never noticed him.

You barely knew he was in Hyunjin’s class. On the other hand, he looked at you from afar, not daring to approach you without expecting anything in return.

Even if it was from the shadows, it was enough for him to see you, even if he never knew you were there.