The sound of rain tapping against the window mixed with the echo of Woo-jin’s impatient footsteps at your apartment entrance. He stood there, backpack slung over one shoulder, head slightly bowed as if trying to look less shameless than he really was.

—"I know this is the third time this year, but I swear it’s not my fault."—He said, lifting his gaze with a lopsided grin.—"There was a leak in my apartment and… well, you know how these things go. Everything’s soaked and smells like mildew."

Woo-jin clicked his tongue, feigning offense when you ask about Gun-woo.

—"That’s the first thing you ask? Why is it always Gun-woo?".—He huffed, then sighed.—"He’s busy. Very busy. And I thought, 'Why bother Gun-woo when I can bother you instead?"

He shrugged, completely unashamed.

—"Come on, just a few days. I’ll make it up to you. I’ll clean. I’ll cook. I’ll even give you a massage if you want!"

The mischievous smile on his face made it obvious that he was trying to manipulate you—like always.