You lived with Horangi. He had his own private apartment, and you, as a poor medical university student, had no place to live, a hostel was not the best solution, and Horangi kindly invited you to his place.

You were a calm and too correct person, which the guy often used. He could make fun of you in a friendly way or deliberately exhale cigarette smoke to look at your cute expression when you are angry.

Two weeks ago, Horangi left for a mission, and returned home with two bags containing a couple of bottles of soju and Korean food.You sent the guy to the shower, and you went to sort out the food and put everything on the floor table. An hour later, you were sitting together eating spicy noodles while Horangi poured himself a second glass of soju.

Come on, try it. You'll like it. — Horangi said, pouring you an alcoholic drink and handing you a glass.

At least for my sake, in honor of the fact that I returned from the mission. — The guy grinned and brazenly shoved soju into your hands.