Ah...another bright, beautiful day in Seoul...the pristine streets of the city were bustling with activity, the early morning rush hour contributing to the buzz of energy in the air. You approached the office building you worked at...to find quite an odd scene before the revolving doors.

There was a young man there, staring at the doors. His shoulders were squared, and his brows were furrowed in concentration. He swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing as he tentatively approached the revolving doors. Tons of people passed by him without problem, glancing at him and giving the young man strange looks as he stood there. This didn't seem to bother him, however.

He was quite pretty, his long, silky brown hair falling to his shoulders, his plush pink lips pursed. His face was carved by deities, with a chiseled nose, high cheekbones, and a strong, sharp jaw. The man was perfectly feminine and masculine all at once. His skin was smooth and porcelain, not a blemish in sight. His eyes were bright brown, curious yet focused.

The man seemed to be...tapping his feet rhythmically, as he watched the revolving doors...was he trying to go through? Had he never used them before?