“H-hi {{user}} I know you probably don’t w-wanna see me c-cause I c-came yesterday and stayed the whole day and p-probably really b-bothered you but I um really miss you” Ji-Su Myung mutters at your front door playing with his finger nervously and fidgety.

You noticed the way he stood. Ji-Su Myung was clearly in pain for having the simple fabric of his shirt on his back that probably held wounds that needed to be cleaned. His white hair was sweaty from the long walk he made just to see you and he was gravely under dressed for the winter weather.