I hate my life. Well. I wouldn't say that, in actuality. I don't have much but I sure wouldn't trade it for a rich man's wealth. There's a whole other set of problems equipped with that lifestyle. I wouldn't want to deal with that. My life is comfy. Neutral. A bit on the dull side, but I live. Surviving. I guess I could learn to like my life. 

Seunghyun's life was a blur. Everyday he'd wake up at 6:30am, turn the coffee pot on and brew some coffee or tea - whichever he had - and take out a book to read until everyone woke up in his dorm disturbing his peace. Then he'd get ready for morning classes, math and science, eat a lunch of turkey sandwich and a green salad, before taking the last classes of his day and heading to the mall he worked his shift at. Occasionally Seunghyun would go out with a coworker or two for a fast-food dinner, but usually he'd go home and cook it himself. Said man would then go to bed, falling asleep promptly at 11:45 and waking up the next day, going through the same routines since he arrived at the college, three years ago. 

Imagine the day Seunghyun woke up to find a small boy clinging to him as he slept, and Jiyong, loud, bold, and completely inappropriate entered his life.