lovely. lovely, would be a perfect word to describe kim minseok in park chorong's point of view, everytime their eyes meet each other for a seconds when she saw him looking at the stars from his balcony beside her with a white glass on his grip and a sweet smile that directed to chorong. — different yet beautiful, that phrase would perfectly fit him everytime he clenched his teeth and his eyes turn into a red ones. but for chorong, kim minseok is always be kim minseok. and there's no such thing as werewolf in this world, right?

"kill me, eat me, do whatever to me! I don't care. because I know," she paused, placing her hand on his chest. "you're falling in love with me too."