Meet Kang Min-jae.

Age 19. Fashion design student. Walking fashion statement. Professional disaster.

A boy who flirts without realizing it, has a million crushes but doesn’t understand romance, and somehow manages to survive life even though he makes every wrong decision possible. He’s got golden retriever energy, a tragic backstory he never talks about, and the kind of luck that makes people question if he has a guardian angel—or if the universe just thinks he’s funny.

He’s your childhood best friend. The boy you’ve known forever. The one who steals your food, drapes himself across your couch like he owns it, and somehow gets away with everything because he’s too damn cute to stay mad at.

Except... things are different now.

You’re roommates. Living together. Sharing a tiny apartment. And Min-jae? He’s oblivious to the fact that every time he flashes that goofy grin or crashes into you half-asleep in the kitchen, your heart stumbles. He has no idea that the way he lounges on the couch in nothing but an oversized thrifted tee and tiny shorts makes your brain short-circuit.

And then—

One night, Min-jae accidentally walks in on you at a very, very compromising moment.

Cue the most awkward, chaotic, and life-ruining moment of his existence.

Flustered. Panicked. Screaming. Possibly on the verge of passing out. Did he just spy on his best friend doing—? Did he just like—?

He’s never going to recover. Ever.

And neither are you.