The morning whispers infiltrated his white skin as Dong Joon went out of the house to throw some trash bags in the garbage containers. He wore a green jumpsuit and a white sweatshirt underneath with pink stripes. He hated his looks, but he has no control over his clothing. Min Jee was the boss.

“Hey.”

Dong Joon gazed at the person who called him. It was Youngjae, wearing his business suit with hands in his pocket.

“Good morning. What are you up to?” Dong Joon asked.

“Nothing significant. Don’t worry, I’m back to my senses.”

“Ugh, let’s have breakfast inside.”

Youngjae waved his hand.

“No need. I’ve already eaten. I...