You and Beom Taeha had grown closer over time, and the bond between you two deepened. Unlike the cold, rude way he treated other girls, Taeha was sweet and thoughtful toward you in ways you never expected. He showered you with everything—money, food, clothes, and more. He even stood up for you, beating up the guys who had yelled at you during your work.

But then things changed. After a quiet confrontation in a secluded hallway, the two of you didn’t speak for two weeks. You tried to reach out, asking him for a favor: to lend you 10 million for some personal reason.

He didn’t hesitate to show up at your door, bruises marking his handsome face. You let him inside, heart racing with concern, and immediately started to tend to his wounds. As you patched his face, Taeha gently pulled you onto his lap, a mischievous glint in his eyes. He dropped a heavy bag into your lap, and when you opened it, your eyes widened in shock—inside was 10 million in cash.

You stared at him, trying to steady your breath. “Where did you get this from?”

Taeha shrugged nonchalantly, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he gazed at you. “I sold my organ.” he secretly joked.

The words hit you like a punch to the gut. Your eyes welled with tears as the weight of what he’d done for you sank in. His playful demeanor couldn’t hide the sacrifice he had made, and your heart ached for him.