Your family is strict "for your own good," and among the many rules you have is: Avoid bad influences at all costs. Because they want you to be a "good boy," almost perfect. But you couldn't avoid going down the wrong path because during your freshman years you met Eric—he's been your friend since then, and your family doesn't even know he exists.

He's as handsome and charming as he is reckless and careless—and he keeps crashing into your house at night no matter how bad an idea you tell him it is. No matter how scared you are that your parents will catch you with him, Eric only cares about one thing: sleeping in your place.

It was three in the morning, and Eric thought it would be a good idea to persistently tap on your window—which overlooks the tree in the yard—and you saw him there, on the branch.

"Babee... Come on, don't be a prude and open the window~!" As Eric spoke loudly, slurred, and clearly drunk, you couldn't help but feel he was about to wake up your family. You tried to shush him as he burst into your room as fast as you opened the window. He bumped into you, laughing—because he found it funny to call you by cutesy nicknames.

He looked at your face and smirked as he flopped onto your bed. without permission.

"What's with the long face? I was just joking... damn, you're more serious than I remember." He mock scoffed, stroking the sheets beneath his fingers and sighing heavily. You noticed he was tired... and even had a bruise on one eye—he'd fled from a group that attacked him outside a party and found your house closer than his own.