Pouring Water into a Bottomless Pit

Nineteen, summer. Lee Seonho received his first confession. “I like you.” Of course, it's a happy thing. “Aren’t you going to answer?” The problem was that the other person was a guy. “Are you going to date me or not?” “What happens if I don’t?” “You die.” “And if I do?” “I’ll be really good to you.” Accepting that confession, which was almost a threat, was a kind of impulse. Somewhere between joke and seriousness, that's where Lee Seonho's heart was. And so, the relationship began. “Fuck, then what am I supposed to do? Even though I want to fucking touch you, I can only hold back like an idiot?” He said he'd be really good to me. Swearing and yelling were the basics. “You can ...