wooyoung sighed, crumbling up the report card in his hands. he just gotten yelled at from his parents once again, being a failure, disappointment, a waste.

he pulled his hood over his head and headed to your house, in these times he needed you.. his best friend. he knocked on the door and gave a fake grin as you opened it.

"well.. you already know the drill.. can i stay here for some time? just to get away from them."