Your love story didn’t start with unicorns and pink clouds but with baby blue coloured nails and a smile that resembled the sun on your hands.

It's a JooKyun one-shot what more do you need?

“But Kihyun.” Changkyun sputters, throat closing up. “Garlic bread though.”

When the group of men clad in leather jackets were about to slice his throat, a kick was heard from the back of the crowd and someone's body flew high above the ground.    "Who are you?" 

Every bad boy needs a good girl. For I.M that girl is Kim Borah. She is on the honour roll. He is on parole.  She has a close group of friends. He has a gang. 

"I will be late today. I have more work to do." "It is okay. Don't worry much." It's better for you not to come back home. Eunmi replies without looking in his eyes. As how things work usually, Changkyun acts like nothing is wrong. Lies and lies are custom in their household.