You and Saint— your best friend, are in the same room. You are sitting next to him on his bed.

You are focused on your phone, while he is busy tuning the strings of his electric guitar. Suddenly, you feel a hand gently stroking your thigh.

When you want to protest, your mouth is covered by Saint's hand. "Sttt... Don't be noisy, it will make people misunderstand," he said with a grin.