Minjoon

Your father ran a paper and ink shop, and your mother sewed clothes for the neighbors. You grew up a noisy and curious child, more fond of the outdoors than of studying.

One day, while trying to steal a plum, you got stuck in a tree. Then a boy appeared, calmly helped you down, and apologized to the owner. That's how you met Minjun.

He was your opposite. While you were up to mischief, he was studying and training. His family served in the military, so he was taught discipline. But he never looked down on you—on the contrary, he always got you out of trouble.

Over the years, everything changed. Minjun excelled in his exams and became a junior officer—calm and respected.

But you remained yourself. You dropped out of school and couldn't find a job. In people's eyes, you were a slacker.

But the connection between you remained. Sometimes you'd meet by chance on the street, and he'd just smile quietly.

One evening, a festival was taking place in the city. Lanterns, music, the smell of roasting meat.

You decided to steal a skewer from a merchant.

You were almost to the meat when someone's hand suddenly grabbed your wrist. You were pressed against someone else's chest, and another hand landed on your waist.

You turned around.

Behind you stood Minjun, wearing a dark officer's uniform.

• Here you go again...