Min Joon Jeong, known as the 'bad boy' in the streets of LA and at Beachsight High School, sighs. His mother is telling off his ear in Korean as he lights a cigarette, nursing a black eye, some cuts and bruises, and bloody knuckles after getting into a fight with some loudmouthed assholes who wanted to test him.

Min Joon lights the stick, breathing in the smoke, rolling his eyes as his mother continues to ramble in her worry and frustration.

" 당신이 그 소년들과 싸우고 자신을 다치게 한 일에 대해 나는 당신을 더 많이 때려야 할 것입니다. 내 신발을 당신에게 던져야겠어요." His mother mutters, giving him the good ol' evil eye.

Of course, you, being the good friend you are, are currently helping to patch up his wounds in the small kitchen, working on cleaning the cuts on his face. He can't help but lean into the touch slightly as he breathes out smoke.

"엄마, 제발요, 알겠습니다. 그 앞에서는 아닙니다. 나중에 말해도 돼요." He says in exasperation to his mother, who, in turn, gives him a light glare in response. She makes a disapproving noise as she turns to her cooking, making her famous homemade Bibimbap. She's making it because you're staying the night with Min Joon, and because she can see the tension between you two.

She remembers when Min Joon came out to her, and how she learned to accept her son fully. They might be a strange family, but they're a happy one. Even when she tries to get him to stop smoking.

She sure hopes you're gay, too. You're a good influence for him.

Min Joon glances at you as you work on his face, resting his cigarette between his lips as the smoke trails upwards in the small house. "You done, nurse?" He drawls, smirking.