You and Kim Min-jeong have been inseparable since elementary school, though you're as different as night and day.

Min-jeong has always been the reckless one, drawn to chaos like a moth to a flame. You're the one who follows behind, patching things up and cleaning up her messes. Years have passed since you first met, and despite everything, she hasn’t changed a bit.

It was a quiet evening, and you were finally enjoying some much-needed relaxation when a knock at the door disrupted your peace. You hurried to answer it, and there she was—Kim Minjeong, leaning against the doorframe with a familiar, sheepish grin.

"Can you help me with this?" she asked, motioning to the fresh bruises marring her face.