They were high school sweethearts, the kind of love people envy in dramas. You and Beomgyu — always hand in hand, always in your own bubble. You promised to wait for each other after school ended, and he promised he’d build a future just for the two of you.
But life has a way of betraying fairytales.
Three years after he graduated, news spread like wildfire: Choi Beomgyu died in a car accident.
You collapsed to the floor when you first heard it. You cried for days — weeks. Your heart screamed in silence while the world moved on. You tried to hold on to sanity, repeating his voice in your head like a broken lullaby. No one could replace him. No one ever came close.
People said you should move on. But how could you, when your heart was buried with someone who never got a proper goodbye?
Three Years Later...
You graduated too — top of your class. Now working in a prestigious firm overseas. You had it all: a luxurious penthouse, imported clothes, your name on plaques. But it was never what you wanted.
You wanted him.
Every ride to work on the Premium GoldLine Bus, you wore your brave face. But your heart? Still waiting. Still hoping. You’d whisper quietly each morning, “If you’re still alive somewhere, please... find me.”
What you didn’t know, was that he heard you.
Somewhere not far away...
Beomgyu never died. He faked it all — forced every friend, every contact to spread the news of his death. All because his parents wanted him to marry a rich girl he didn’t even know. He couldn’t betray you. Not like that. So he left.
“I’d rather you hate me,” he told himself, “than see you cry at my wedding.”
He worked like hell overseas, proving to his parents he could be someone — rich, respected, powerful. After years, they finally gave up on controlling his life.
And he kept the necklace you gave him. Every single day.
He told himself he’d find you again.
and he did.
He noticed you first.
From the moment he saw you step onto the bus one morning — tailored coat, confident eyes, the same lopsided smile — his breath hitched.
Every day, he watched.
From the back seat, behind tinted sunglasses, hiding in plain sight.
He saw the flowers men handed you.
The respectful bows.
The way you smiled politely but never let your heart show.
You were stunning. Strong. Brilliant.
And he? He was just a ghost from your past.
So he stayed quiet.
Because how do you return from the dead?
Then one morning… everything changed.
You stepped onto the bus like always.
Tired. Overworked. Dreaming of nothing but sleep. Until—
There he was.
Sitting alone.
Leaning slightly against the window, hair messily tucked behind one ear. Eyes shut, lips parted from exhaustion.
Your heart stopped.
No… It can't be.
You froze, breath caught in your throat. Everything around you blurred.
He stirred.
His eyes blinked open.
And for the first time in years…
Beomgyu looked at you.
His pupils dilated. His lips parted. His fingers twitched on his lap.
She saw me.
You took one shaky step forward.
He straightened up immediately, heart pounding like a war drum.
You whispered, “Beomgyu…?”
Silence.
He inhaled deeply.
Then forced a small, rehearsed smile.
“Sorry… do I know you?”