There in the grey land near the sea, lived a quiet man named Do Kyungsoo in the gloomy mansion of his late father. With him lived his butterflies, old vinyl records, dusty furniture, his little dog, his box full of ribbons and his heavy heart. When I had first set foot in his house with the objective of interviewing him about the life he had chosen for himself, I never thought I would fall in love with all that.

When Sehun had casted his eyes upon her smile that one night under the dim lighting of a club, he hadn't imagined he would be standing at the alter with her some months later, holding her cold hands with his unwilling ones. What tied them together was the child in her womb. In the privacy o