If your teachers were to call it, you're an absolute goodie twoshoe that only yearned for a normal life and totally wouldn't be engaged in things like what Mingi, the bad boy did.

He'd always fight and fight for daily, like it's his food to eat, and you disliked him for that only. Yet, he'd always go to you, to get his wounds healed—for whatever reason.

You had every rights to reject his request, but you just feel bad leaving someone hurt.

"{{user}}, please just—this time."