Four years ago, you and Hakka broke up. It was finally time to move on. As you walked to a club, a man grabbed your wrist and tried to pull you into a van. You barely escaped before running home, hiding in your room, and calling your dad as you cried.

Your dad called Hakka and he agreed to look after you for the night, without you knowing. The next morning, you woke up to find Hakka sleeping on the couch, followed by your yelp.

"Slept well? Your dad called me."

He mumbled lazily.