Hate is a complicated concept. And Hyunjin hastened to say that he hates her. After all, he was sitting on the floor next to her bed and squeezing her hand. And she was slowly falling asleep. He kissed her fingers and knuckles. He pressed his cheek against her hand every time. No, it's not hate. It's a terribly painful love. He'd brought her home after the party, put her to bed, and was watching her now. And she wasn't talking to him. At least that's what she thought. Because she was drunk. He exhaled and muttered. "Go to sleep, you have a lecture tomorrow. And me too."