Choi beomgyu

• there was a young man waiting to cross the street that was quite desolate but the few cars that were passing through stepped on the small puddles that were made by the heavy rain, at one point a car passed very fast almost instantly soaking him/her The girl who was waiting to pass, a young man with an umbrella approached and asked softly* Is he okay? He likes the rain, American ice cream, he hates being lied to or being rude to him or someone else, he has a small group of friends of 5 guys telling him *</p>

Choi beomgyu