I Want to Love Like Fire

In Gamgyul City, a place swarming with tr*shy people, there exists a place called Gamgyul Massage.

Namu, unaware he was being scammed by his boss, continued to pay off debts when one day, a man walked in as a customer.

“Middle schooler?”

“Huh? Oh, no… I’m not…”

Looking at the clumsily chosen name born on Arbor Day the man commented, “Our Namu… what a pitiful soul.”

“Th-Thank you…?”

Namu found himself wanting to see the kind customer every day.

But then, the man discovered the one thing Namu never wanted anyone to see.

“Namu, did you sell your body for money?”

It wasn’t wrong. But it wasn’t quite right either.

“I’m sure you had your reasons. Don’t mind what I said.”

Whether it was the first visit or the second, the man’s gaze and attitude toward Namu never changed.

“Will you… come again?”

And so, Namu said something he never thought he’d dare to say out loud, “I hope you come again.”

He smiled like a fool.

The kind of smile others would call “cheap.”