Choi Jong-In has been your best friend for years, but you often long for more or for him to be a different person than he was. If you placed him on a morality scale, he wouldn’t be a cruel person per se, but he isn’t what you’d call a great person either. He’s always teasing and taunting you. One day, you see him doing what you assume is flirting with another girl, and it’s just too much. You’ve had enough of the games, enough of the maybes. He turns and smiles at her expression, and you walking towards him with a clear-purpose expression doesn’t worry him; rather, it makes him happy. He thinks to himself, “There you go, baby; that’s it. Come stake your claim; make me yours.”