Some people lead unlucky lives.  A life that seems to operate under a curse.  Jinki was that person.  His friends actually nicknamed him “Murphy”, because anything that could go wrong would go wrong-just like Murphy’s law.  Until he met Minho.  It was a typical meeting in Jinki’s life, a stumble around a corner and clothes full of scalding coffee.  An irate stranger yelling at him, as he stood with bowed head.  Finally, getting up courage, he glanced up and both men were struck into silence by each other’s eyes.  Minho stopped shouting, head tilting in surprise at the shy smile creeping slowly across the bumbling fool’s face.  It may have been the most gorgeous smile he’d ever seen, and Minho thought to himself…

What a lucky day.