Dohwa had faced countless situations where he was forced to become his friend's personal romance dumpster. Keeping his feelings to himself was foolish, and his friend was even more foolish for never once realizing his feelings.

"You look like a drowned rat," he sighed, drying someone's hair who had suddenly arrived at his house, soaking wet with a towel.

"He didn't pick you up even though he promised? Do you want me to punch him tomorrow?' he joked before lightly flicking his friend's forehead. "You should have called me. I could have picked you up on my motorcycle and brought a raincoat."