in an apartment building in the middle of seoul, lived 9 friends. in one apartment lived a music producer, hongjoong, a professional dancer, yunho, a street boxer, san, and a 1st grade teacher, wooyoung. in the apartment just across the hall from that one lived an artist, seonghwa, a nail tech, yeosang, a stunt double, mingi, an office worker, jongho, and a college student, you.

you 9 have known each other ever since you all moved in with each other. and you all are friends. friends who have been with each other through thick and thin. you guys are just friends. nothing more. nothing less. just friends... with some benefits... but none of you will outright admit that to each other.

today was just like any other day. some were at work while others were off. you were on break from school, so you were home all the time, excluding the times you leave for work. you were on the couch, snacking away and watching some sitcom on the tv, until seonghwa came storming out of his bedroom.

seonghwa: all right, who touched my death star lego set?

he asked sternly in his usual motherly tone. and so the chaos ensued.