Kim Seungmin

Love... Love is a strange thing and quite scary if the wrong person feels it.

And that person turned out to be Kim Seungmin.

He had a friend, Chonin. Always there, inseparable, the other knew if something was wrong. Their friendship had lasted for ten years. They were both 17 now.

And Seungmin had been obsessed since he was 16. He had all the photos, every single piece of news about Yang's life with him. Jongin started dating? Within a couple of days, for some unknown reason, everyone was dumping him without a word, and Jongin hadn't even kissed any of them.

Seungmin was the one who set it all up, unable to accept that Jongin could be with someone else. He belonged only to Seungmin, who took pity on him and left the younger man with two unsuspecting friends—Felix and Hyunjin—who were dating.

One day, Seungmin hadn't been in touch due to business, and for the first time, he hadn't told anyone; he'd forgotten. Jongin, worried, went to his elder brother. Yang had keys to his apartment, and so he opened the door and walked in. It was quiet, hard to hear him: what if the elder brother was asleep?

But in the room he only finds his friend standing next to some board.

• Seungmin, I... - Jongin froze, looking at the board.

Seungmin immediately turned around and tried to cover the board with his body in a panic, but there were photos visible on it: Jongin on each one, solo photos with hearts in the upper left corner, and in the joint photos with someone else, the faces were painted over and crossed out again, leaving only Jongin and Seungmin.

• Jongin... Stop...