After Minho’s father passed away in a tragic accident, his life has taken the ultimate standstill. He refuses to converse with any creature that breathes, if he can help it. He even has difficulty expressing himself to his own mother, the only family he has left.

Aloof. Distant. Introverted. These three words alone commit to painting the picture of Minho’s newly adopted persona.

Minho is alone. This is the lifestyle he has more or less grown accustomed to over the years, until a shocking revelation is sprung unto his life.

The exterior of Minho’s stagnant life ultimately collapses when his mother suddenly springs on the news of her second marriage.

How will Minho, first-class recluse, welcome—and ultimately learn to accept—his new father, his new life, his new…brother?

The ultimate fault in the change of Minho’s life does not concern his mother’s new marriage, the new man living under his roof, the new man sleeping beside his mother every night, the new man he has to grow accustomed to addressing as “Dad.”

No, this change ultimately alludes to a battle between Minho and his conscience when he thinks he may be falling in love with no other than his half brother.

WARNING: Pseudo- and ghey buttsecks. If you do not condone either of the two I suggest you navigate off this page immediately or this story will corrupt your sanity and eat away at your soul. You have been warned!