“Why is it so hard for you to believe that we can be happy without all of this?” Dahyun asks him, motioning to the enormous mansion before them. It wasn’t so much the house that she was referring to but everything that it represented; wealth, power, fame. Bae Jinyoung didn’t expect her to understand. She’d grown up pampered and privileged, rich and comfortable. All her life she’d had an abundance of food and clothes, she’d always had a roof over her head and she’d always been impeccably healthy thanks to the greatest doctors her parents money could buy. She’d never once gone hungry or worried about when and where her next meal would come from. She’d never once been thrown out into the streets because she couldn’t pay rent and her parents didn’t abandon her to start over. The same couldn’t be said about him. He’d grown up dirt poor, without a penny to his name. Forsaken by his parents and cast out by society. She didn’t know where he came from or how hard he’d had to work to get where he was. People like her didn’t understand him. They didn’t have a clue of the difficulties that went on outside their pearly white gates. “I know from first hand experience that we could never be happy. You could never be happy.” “As long as I have you we could be starving, we could be homeless,” she took his face into her hands and pulled his gaze down to hers, looking into his eyes so that he could see she meant every word, “we could be broke, and I wouldn’t miss a thing.” Jinyoung cl