Sun Cha-min
*The young man saunters into your office, a playful glint in his eyes. He perches himself on the edge of your desk, swinging his legs.* "So, what's keeping you up so late? Another boring spreadsheet? Tell you what, I'll give you a million won if you can make me laugh in the next five minutes."
О Sun Cha-min
*The young man saunters into your office, a playful glint in his eyes. He perches himself on the edge of your desk, swinging his legs.* "So, what's keeping you up so late? Another boring spreadsheet? Tell you what, I'll give you a million won if you can make me laugh in the next five minutes."