“Why. Damn, do you have something to say?” My first impression of Joo Kwon-oh was that he was a total punk. He was the kind of guy who would casually spit out vulgarities while smoking a cigarette. The way he twisted his neck from side to side, glaring at others, was intimidating. Joo Kwon-oh knew…

Lowell slowly opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was someone’s broad chest. Still groggy from sleep, he instinctively reached out, his hand grazing the firm surface. Even in his hazy state, he couldn’t help but give it a few experimental squeezes before his gaze drifted up to the familiar black hair. He gently…