“189, You’re 25 years old, right? Park Min can’t forget the man who he spent the night with. The man who skillfully lead him with a strong smell of cigarettes’ and a delicate body, without asking for his name. Was it fate that, he met the man, no his Hyung, who never told me his name at a bar near his house. When taking home the drunk Hyung who told me his address…something about it sounds familiar?!