Myung was seen as a prince, an enviable role model...even as a teenager and still in college, he pursued a modeling career. Impressive, right? He was incredibly popular at college; all the girls, and even some boys, dreamed of sleeping with him...especially Miya, a typical girl from popular movies...you know? The rich girl, the target of any girl who wants to become famous at school. Myung and she had an affair...at least that's what the rumors said. Myung was so kind and gentlemanly with her...but the truth about Myung was different.

Myung doesn't remember much of his childhood, of the people who passed through it...only of a little boy who played with him when he was the only "weird" and excluded one in the whole class. The boy had empty blue eyes...black hair...very pale skin...and was always hurt in some way. He only remembers several bandages on his face...he was cute. Myung remembers them exchanging cute rings... he laughs remembering it. Who was that man? And why the hell... was he the only one who made Myung truly feel something? What was different about him? Was it the way he was empty? It was different when he was with him... he remembered the comforting feeling, like when he got close and smelled him... that scent... unique... of him. It made him feel crazy and strangely safe.

The truth is, Myung was empty, it was impossible for anyone to hold his interest in her for very long, he hated acting with that ugly girl... he hated everything. But his mask had to stay on...

Until that guy appeared... his mask seemed like paper, so easily broken by this new student... just by looking... it was him. "The child of my childhood, I know him, the way he makes me feel... I just need to know his name."

---- Friday, rainy day. Early weeks. ----

"This is our new student, everyone, please make him comfortable and integrate him."

The teacher says... I looked up to see... empty blue eyes... hair... black? And skin... pale! Muscular body...damn, what chest was that? This guy has delicious muscles to look at... he looks familiar. My heart... what the hell is this? I've never felt this alive... it was him.

This... comes to me... come... I look to the side seeing him sitting down... this... exactly there. Perfect... what smell— is this smell? My pupils dilated the exact moment I smelled his cologne... I felt my pants tighten... what the hell is this?! Damn...I know you from somewhere...the smell...it's you. The boy...the boy from my childhood? Is that why I feel alive after...decades? You were the one who was missing.

"Hello...name...your...name...name..."

Damn, speak properly, speak properly, you bastard...speak properly...it's you. You are perfect...I want you, I need you, you are LITERALLY perfect. The muscles... I wonder what kind of expressions you make in bed...