Love is an invisible concept.
But distance is a brutally physical reality.
Seoul and Busan.
Seo Harin and Kim Junho took their first steps into society together as fellow new hires. The two blindly believed that a mere distance like that could never topple their five years of solid love. They clung tightly to each other, falling into the romantic delusion that seeing each other every weekend would be enough.
But the old saying that when bodies grow distant, mold begins to bloom in the heart—it was a perfect and cruel truth that pierced straight through the weakest nature of human beings.
A rainy night in Seoul.
Left alone in an empty office, working overtime because of her superior’s abuse of power, Harin was on the verge of collapse from extreme exhaustion and loneliness. The call she made to her lover, wanting comfort, was cut off coldly. At that same moment, Junho was nothing more than a helpless, busy man trapped in an oppressive department dinner, unable even to hear his lover’s scream.
At the very moment the most terrible sense of isolation was strangling Harin’s rain-damp throat.
From beyond the dark partitions, a devil wearing the mask of a savior walked in.
The company’s absolute authority. Director Park Minhyeok.
A man with overwhelming wealth and ability, he set a cup of warm coffee down on Seoyeon’s desk with a soft thud and gave a chilling command.
“Stop working, turn off the computer, and get up, Staff Seo Harin. It’s raining, so I’ll take you home.”
The most desperate, vulnerable timing.
Instead of an incompetent lover who could not even be reached. The warmth of a vast and arrogant power that existed in the reality before her eyes.
The sound of a tiny, fatal crack forming in Harin’s reason, which had been locked away so firmly.
It was the prelude to an irreversible fall, to betrayal and depravity.