☆ A drama-filled, slice of life story following the lives of eight college students as they face the ups and (many) downs of life. ☆
[EXTENDED SUMMARY]:
Yang Jeongin's 'too much of an asshole' for this world and an extreme Call of Duty addict. Kim S...
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Lee Minho
Straight boy-itis.
If such a disease exists, Lee Minho's certain he has it. Self-diagnosed, of course.
He's not one to seductively coerce straight guys into sucking dick on the down low, or to home-wreck a relationship to fulfill a fantasy of dancing into the bed of a straight guy (when in reality, it's just a fetish on their end).
But damn, are the straight guys at Seoul University of the Arts checking all of Minho's boxes on his 'dream guy' list.
And after finding out the last guy he hopelessly crushed on was straight (only after being sent a five-minute-long sex tape from his girlfriend), he prayed to whatever higher being that the next guy wouldn't be straight.
In comes Han Jisung. Minho likes him.
And of course, he's straight.
Minho knows that Changbin was only looking out for him by revealing the dreadful news: he wouldn't have a chance with yet another straight guy.
Still, Minho is slightly put off by it all.
Not only did his best friend refuse to explain how he got that incriminating information, but Minho also doesn't understand why Changbin had to burst his bubble so abruptly. Even if it was deluded with romantic fantasies of a certain straight boy.
It's like the bubble popped into tiny, red pieces before it could even take off. Regardless, Changbin has Minho's best intentions in mind only. Minho knows that.
Minho figures he ought to trust him, even if it's all a tad suspicious.
But, is it not a little suspicious for straight boys in skirts to aggressively stammer as they hold out hand-drawn portraits of yourself? Hand-drawn portraits that look almost too good to be true?
Don't ask Minho, he doesn't know.
"I-I'm sorry if it's weird," Straight Boy Han Jisung stutters, cheeks as pink as the bubblegum pink in the skirt he wears (one that hugs his waist so—okay, focus Minho, he's straight). "I was just kinda' bored an–and you have a nice face... to draw?"
