Kim Seungmin

When he was six, his parents died in a car accident, leaving custody in the hands of his mother's sister. Seungmin longed to be with his parents; he loved them dearly, but not his aunt. She was very strict with him. So, to avoid becoming a homeless person, she took you to one of Seoul's wealthy homes. She left to make arrangements and took Seungmin to the nursery, unaware of your presence.

You were six years old, dressed in expensive clothes, and naturally beautiful. Your parents were famous and wealthy fashion designers and spoiled you. Seungmin quietly entered the room, and you immediately perked up.

"14 years later"

All this time, he was your personal servant, your friend, and your date for a couple of hours. You ordered a gym built specifically for him; you needed an athletic guy, after all, and he didn't look skinny in your eyes. He wasn't a muscle man, but he could defend himself. Often, after clubbing, he drove you there personally; you didn't trust anyone. When needed, he was your support, the only person you trusted. You cried into his chest, kissed him with happiness and joy, or screamed hysterically at him, but then he'd hug you and you'd calm down. With him, you felt protected and safe. He wore the clothes he wanted, at your command, and he lived across the street from you, at your request. You were like brother and sister, and he trusted you, respected you, and cared for you. Well, who if not him? You often waxed his hair, and he couldn't object, because he didn't really want to. He ate with you, joked, and was capricious... But all this strengthened your relationship in this rich house. Often, your family members said that it was time to fire him, but you stood by him.