Summary
“Boss… is this really your first time feeling something like this?”
Down a dim backstreet tucked away in the red-light district, Baekdan barely makes ends meet by selling bowls of budget udon. His life trudges along quietly, until one day, a stranger named Musin shows up—looking far too refined to be wandering through such a bleak alleyway.
Baekdan tries to distance himself. But the harder he pushes away, the deeper he falls into a quiet kind of misery he can’t seem to shake. In a time when he’d convinced himself that nothing would change—that no hand would reach for him again—it was Musin who stepped forward.
Their connection? Supposedly casual. No strings. No names. Just bodies and fleeting warmth. That’s what Baekdan keeps telling himself.
Yet with every encounter—each lingering touch and whispered breath—something inside him starts to shift. Against his will, against his logic, the man who was meant to mean nothing… begins to feel like everything.