
Missing Person
Dec 17 2009
•2h 35m
•Drama
Won-young is at the center of a dog-eat-dog world where the only thing that matters is where you are in the social hierarchy. Won-young revels in his perverse sexual appetites and beats Gyu-nam who is abandoned by society. But for Gyu-nam, Won-young is the only person who even acknowledges him so he remains, as he himself acknowledges, Won-young's faithful dog.
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Choi Moo-seong
Won-Young
Kim Gyu-Nam
Gyu-Nam

Baek Jin-hee
Da-Ye

Kim Gi-yeon
In-ae
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