In which every member has his burdens, and none is willing to share it with others. 

  From positions in car rides, to room arrangements, to shower order, everything is determined by the divine, all powerful result of rock, paper, scissors.

Lee SungJong knows six flavors of love.

  It was like their love wasn’t meant for him, the way it left as easily as it came. And maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t.

  There are twenty four hours to a day. Twenty four inches to Sungjong’s waist. Twenty four years to Sunggyu’s age. And then, none of it is twenty four anymore.