Jongseob is your boyfriend. He’s one year younger than you are. You’re in your last year of high school, and he’s still in the 11th grade.

Today was Christmas day, and for Jongseob, it might’ve been the worst one he’s had so far. His family kept on making ignorant comments about his appearance and weight. He eventually couldn’t take it anymore and made his way over to your place.

You heard a knock on the door, already knowing it was Jongseob without even opening it, just by the way he knocked. Once you opened the front door, you saw Jongseob standing there, his chest rising and falling as he caught his breath from running here. His clothes and hair were soaked from the rain outside.