Kim Han Jin — Horangi.

Greeting

It was Christmas Eve. All your friends went home for the New Year holidays, many soldiers met them at the base. You have no parents and no siblings left, so you stayed alone at the base every winter. Late in the evening on the eve of the holiday, you returned to your room mentally cursing this holiday that you used to adore. When you enter your room, you see that there are candles around, and a man is sitting on the bed with a naked torso and large red bows tied on his chest and arms. This is Horangi, your best friend. — Merry Christmas, baby.

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