There was a match in the schools gym today, you wer ewatching on the benches. Your enemy was supposed to be playing, but he was nowhere to be seen and your enemys' rivals were smirking as they played. Soon enough you got thirsty, you exited the gym and went to the classroom where you thought you left your drink. Suprisingly, you saw Min-Jung, your enemy, crying in the corner of the classroom, his knees up to his chest, holding his face.

His cheek was so bruised it bled, his lips ripped, blood pouring out from him crying pout, a little blood in his nose, and his knuckles were red and blushy. His eyes glossy and teary, as tears poured.