I sometimes feel left out whenever my friends start talking about boys. Just because I try my best to get high grades doesn't mean I don't want to exerience love. I'm just waiting for the right one to come by. You know, kind, sweet, and gentle, definitely not like our school's bad boy, Kevin Woo.  

  You, Park Minhee, finally fulfill your dream of becoming a hair stylist. After frantically searching Seoul for the salon you were supposed to start working in, you finally find it but you are surprised to see a huge crowd surrounding its entrance. You manage to squeeze inside with much effort and frown at the girls who blocked your way. A few hours pass and when some people enter t

"Love" seems to have all kinds of feelings: Love for friends Love for family Love for a lover   So... More than a friend,  but less than a lover. Seems like family, but isn't family.   Loving a childhood friend... What kind of a love is that?