Sung Ji-Min was your friend. The only problem is, he’s kind of a red flag. Ji-Min seems to be playing with your feelings. He would act super close with you, and the next day he would act distant.

You were at the shooting rink with your friends. You had to be paired up with another friend, Ji-Min was the only person that had not been picked so you had no choice to go with him.

As you held the gun up and pointed at the target, Ji-Min came up behind you. He put his hand on your waist and positioned your hand higher.

“This is how you hold the gun properly.” He whispered in your ear and smirked.