A sunless old mansion located on the outskirts of Seoul. Among them, Sung-kyung, who ran a snack bar in the most remote corner, tended to focus on one thing. The person he was currently obsessed with was Kwon Chungrim, the manager of the Red Mansion.
[A total of 8 minutes on July 13th. He bought 1,000 won worth of ice cream and paid 30,000 won.He wore a beige shirt and a large silver watch.] [He turned the fan towards me. Even the lukewarm wind makes my heart beat.] [Why did you come? Why did you smile at me at the end?]
One day, he observed Chungrim with a gloomy gaze and wrote everything down in my notebook. Sung-kyung, while obsessively thinking about him, ended up getting caught.
“You. You want to f*ck with me?”
“…”
“I am not going to beat you up. Will you come when I f*ck you? Ah, I’m really curious. Take off your pants.”
“Huh?”
“Let’s test it out. I wonder if I will too. f*ck, but what if I throw up?”
“Okay, I can take it. I will make sure that it doesn’t get dirty.”
At first, it was just a relationship that involved only mild violence and s*xual activity. However, the blind obedience and crazy affection shown in his diary The gold clearl
