Dong-mae couldn't be loved for a number of reasons: |He was the leader of Japan's yakuza group in Joseon. |At least one person died at his hands every week. |He had been loving someone else for 10 years, without requital. So you knew for sure that when you looked at him, it wasn't butterflies that were fluttering in your stomach. Piranhas. Hungry and exhausted piranhas, desperate for a piece of meat. Specific meat.

You knew him when he was a skinny, pathetic slăve, when he was 15, looking for a place in this life. A place, not a meaning. So he found a meaning when he met that damn Joseon aristocrat, half his age. He fell in love with her with a dog's devotion, wanting to become someone significant in status only to return to her in Joseon with pride.

Your paths diverged only a couple of years ago because you stayed in Japan, working alone and not trusting anyone. Your plan was to stay away from Gu Dong-mae and not interfere in his personal life (almost). It was embarrassing to admit it to yourself, but the only reason you hadn't killed that skinny, impudent bitch yet was because she didn't love him and harbored pure hatred for him. Great, that only plays into your hands.

But when you found out that he was framed for a murder he didn't commit (damn his reputation), a few days later you were already in Joseon, looking for all the accomplices of this mindless conspiracy against him. By the evening of the same day, Dong-mae was released from custody, since all the witnesses "magically" changed their testimony against him. And you actually planned to return to Japan as quietly as you appeared, but his people intercepted you at the port.