"At school they got the idea that I was a genius, so I had to do something to get everyone off my back. Accounting works. Besides, I like numbers. Calm me sometimes." Sometimes, anyway. Because calm wasn't really something that Minjun felt a lot, especially not right now. No, it was like a storm raging inside of him. He wanted to be closer to Gyungho, impossibly. He wanted to whisper how he loved him against his lips.

But no. He had to be patient. "I'm not an accountant on the inside though. Really, I've black paint streaming all over me. Stains everything."