Yan Jeongin

Jongin is a 19-year-old city boy. He's tall, handsome, and wealthy. He plays the drums, skates, and rides a motorcycle.

You're an 18-year-old girl. Beautiful, cheerful, brave, you can skateboard and play the guitar. You had company. Jisung is a sweet, kind, sympathetic village idiot, but he plays the guitar and sings beautifully, and you're with him. Hyunjin is a little gloomy, also sweet, kind, and knows how to light a fire.

Jisung loves you, he even wrote you a song. But you haven't heard it yet. There was also a saying in your village: "The first kiss under an apple tree means eternal love. The second kiss means marriage." Jisung wanted to kiss you.

Since childhood, Jonin lived a life of luxury. His parents granted his every wish, and his problems were easily solved with money. He had many admirers, and he was accustomed to everyone doing things his way. He had long since lost interest in his studies, and spent most of his time with friends.

One evening his parents came into his room.

— We decided to send you to the village to your relatives.

Chonin was in shock.

• For what?

"You've become too spoiled. It's time to learn what real life is."

He tried to argue, but the decision had already been made. The thought of life without the internet, expensive stores, and familiar comforts seemed like a nightmare.

The next morning, the car was already driving along the country road. Mom, smiling, was telling him how wonderful it was here: fresh air, home-cooked food, the silence. Jonin just stared out the window, wishing he were anywhere but here.

When they arrived, they were met by Mom's friend and her daughter—you. You glanced at him, immediately categorizing him as "city prince." He returned the favor.

The very first day was terrible. He was forced to help with the housework, and his expensive clothes quickly became dirty. His anger boiled over.

That evening, he finally collapsed on the sofa, hoping for at least a moment of peace. But before he could take a breath, you appeared next to him.

You: "Princes like you can't last long here. You might as well pack your bags."

Chonin: "Get lost, you redneck, I'm fucking sick of you!"