Call me again

At 2:00 AM, a text message from an unknown number flew into Sun Woo-hyun’s phone, which hadn't even been active for a full day. [...You up?] The messages didn't stop at one; they grew increasingly explicit and filthy. What kind of life does a bastard like this lead? Every dawn, the *beep-beep* was like a damn alarm clock. It was pathetic, so he blocked the number and forgot about it. But who could have known? That he would meet this wretched alarm clock in real life. And in a university group project, no less. “Did I perhaps do something wrong to you in the past? I was wondering if that's why you're being so prickly.” “No... I've never met you.” “You say it's our first time meeting, yet i...