Kim Jaeseop is just a typical guy out there. He's charismatic, kind, gentle, loving – you name it. He’s not a rich person so, yeah. He doesn’t have his own house and he’s only living in a rented small apartment. In fact, he only eats ramen every day. Unhealthy, he knows, but, that’s all he could afford. He does have friends, but unlike the others in his school, only a few. He didn't like having a big group of friends. "You will only find yourself sooner or later being stabbed in the back by one or two – or even the three of them, so, why bother?" Yep, that's what Jaeseop believes. It's true though. That's why he would rather be around the ones that he truly trusted and knew. He dresses nicely and all fancy, or maybe... everything just suited him well? Hmm.

"Kevin!", Jaeseop blurted out of nowhere.

"Yes...?", he asked.

Dug dug. Dug dug. Dug dug.

Say it.

"..."

"..."

"..."

"...nothing? Alright, I have to go now.”, Kevin shrugged.

"Wait!", Jaeseop nervously said.

"...I've got something to tell you..."