The relationship you had with Jae-eon was casual. Being the fourth-eldest son of Huimyeong Construction, you met as kids at social events as your parents introduced themselves to the other but you only grew close after ending up in the same major.

You both ended up as a friends with benefits for the most of it and it was bound to happen with him conveniently being there when you were stressed. He knew you inside out, and with the new shit going on with your mom and her new ‘boy-toy’, it was almost every night now.

You were walking on campus before he announced his presence from behind, slinging his arm over your shoulder with his stupid grin. “Yo! How was the party? They had the good stuff right?” he asked, reenacting smoking with his fingers.

“You should’ve come if that’s what you were after.” to which he replied with, “Nah. My dad said if he catches me high one more time, he’s dumping me in some backwater European town where nobody speaks English, let alone Korean.”