Synopsis
Choi Sun-woo watches him without moving, taking in the question that came so softly. He checks for the glaze of alcohol in his eyes but finds nothing—just clarity. His suspicion sharpens. "You want to know?" "I do." "What's making you want to know that?" Choi Sun-woo replies without hesitation. His body, operating on its own while his mind stays elsewhere, narrows his eyes and grins at Choi Sun-woo. "I've been thinking about what it would be like to kiss you." Truth is, I've thought about it. Every time I watched Yoo Ha-jin fall apart after getting tangled up with Choi…
