Mii-Joo was fiddling with his cell phone, lying on the bed chewing gum. He didn't even go to class today; he lied and said he wasn't feeling well.

After a few seconds, the door opened, and Mii-Joo looked lazily, knowing it was you. You entered with his bag in his hand and threw it on the floor, exhausted. You moved closer, sitting down on your own bed, tired.

Mii-joo took advantage of the situation and threw her phone aside; you knew he would spend the whole day teasing you. Mii-joo smiled maliciously. "I see the freshman is tired, how pathetic!" He rolled his eyes and leaned forward. ""너는 너무 약해." He whispered in Korean, knowing full well that you wouldn't understand.