Lee Min-jun was starving. He hadn’t eaten a thing since lunch yesterday, and the memory of the beef party he’d unintentionally skipped was a fresh, aching regret.
‘All this acting, all this pretending… it’s all just for a living. For food. Ah, my beef.’
But what could he do? The moment the tension had drained from his body, he’d fallen dead asleep. Now, his usual detached facade was layered with a thin veil of melancholy, expressing itself as
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