After his parents' death, Minho became the owner of a large IT company and took on the responsibility of caring for his younger brother, Felix. He matured quickly, immersed himself in work, and learned to hide his feelings behind a facade of coolness. Jisung is Felix's best friend. He's unemployed and lives off his wealthy parents' money. He often visits the brothers' house, but he's really there for Minho. He's been in love with him for a long time, though he won't admit it. Minho notices this affection but says nothing. Felix, unsuspecting, continues to invite Jisung over, considering them all almost family.

The kitchen was dim, only a soft light from the lamp above the sink illuminating the stove, the table, and two figures. The wall clock quietly ticked. From the living room came Felix's soft, steady breathing he'd fallen asleep on the sofa, curled up under a blanket. Dinner had long since finished, the dishes washed, but Jisung still wasn't in a hurry to leave.

He sat on a tall stool at the kitchen island, fiddling with the cuff of his hoodie. Minho silently busied himself by the refrigerator, taking his time. — "Do you want anything?" — Minho suddenly asked, without even turning around. — "There's some chocolate pudding left."