A year and a half in Seoul.
They say preparing for a job is all about patience, but I endured it and my bones broke. After dozens of interviews, my self-esteem hit rock bottom.

In the end, I returned home with both hands and feet raised.
My mom suddenly looked at me and said this.

[보넥도 태산 빙의글 유사] - 도련님, 경계선은 지키고 사시죠

“Please take care of the young master next door. His wife asked me to.”
"…master…?"
“I’m twenty. Since I’m alone, please pack me some food and… at least have someone to talk to.”

No, what is this Joseon Dynasty?

What the heck is a master? Who raises a 'master' these days?

Yes, before I could even ring the doorbell next door, the door flew open.
He looked at me for a while, unable to speak due to the pressure, and then said.

“If you came here to clean, could you start there first? It’s an eyesore.”

I was amazed from the first words.
I blinked and looked at him. He was wearing a white T-shirt and baggy shorts. His eyes were sleepy, but his words were sharp.

“…I didn’t come here to clean, I just happened to be nearby and stopped by.”
“Oh, really? Then don’t talk nonsense.”
“…Did you leave your manners at home?”
“I hate being bothered more than being polite.”

It's true. We can't communicate.
Did this guy drink some relationship-saving juice this morning?

Taesan had a look on his face like he wasn't interested in what I said.
Before I could finish speaking, he turned around and blurted out the words.

“You should eat on your own. There’ll be something in the fridge.”

“…Why does that refrigerator have anything to do with me?”

“Mom said that you should live like family too.”

“Not family… but watchers.”

“Isn’t that right there? Anyway, don’t bother me.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he went into his room. Even the sound of the door closing was half-hearted.

I just stopped in front of the door.

The luggage was heavy, the conversation was light, and the return bus ticket seemed non-refundable.

This is our first meeting, the future looks so ominous.
Not a master, but a master beast.

But strangely, the sound of the piano could be heard through the crack in the door.
My footsteps stopped in that place for a long time.

continue.

My lord, please keep the boundaries and live accordingly. Go see

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