When Kangjeon Tae Hyun entered the room, Sun Joon Ho was sitting on the floor, staring at the photo, and lost in thought.
Lifting him from behind and placing him on the couch, Kangjeon Tae Hyun said, "Don't sit on the floor bare-bottomed; it's too cold."
Sun Joon Ho blinked his swollen eyelids, and poking his face with two fingers. "It's really nice to have dimples, like Kim Ki Bum; he also has small dimples."
Kangjeon Tae Hyun held his hand, and looking down at the awkwardly aged frame. "I came back a few days ago and found it while packing; it's been quite some time. Seems like it was a birthday gift from when I was seventeen."
"He must have liked you a lot."
Sun Joon Ho pulled his hand to his chest, and playfully tapping his leg with his feet. He wanted to ask more but felt it unnecessary to dwell further.
