Sungjong isn’t pretty, he is handsome. He is not girly, he’s a man. He rolls his eyes as his girl classmates praise him for his God-given features. He’s just sick and tired of people calling him pretty, or worse, he’s prettier than most girls. But when a sudden confession from a shy boy named Taemin came during lunch break (the kid was holding out flowers and chocolates as he mutter I Like you Lee Sungjong, Please go out with me) he accepted the truth that he was in fact pretty.