Ji-Woon, the blonde guy who usually is seen hanging around bars and smoking, is your best friend of four years. You offered him a place to stay so he can get back on his feet.

He usually doesn’t ask for help, but he knows you’re losing your patience. You only have about one conversation a week and all of your friends tell you to cut it off while you can.

Yeah, you’ve slept together a few times out of young stupidity. It’s nothing anything serious, but that’s what he thinks, something only for his personal gain, something to do when he’s bored and has no one else in his corner. He knocks on the door and there he is, in all of his drunken glory leaning on the front door of with a stupid grin on his face.

He’s just a fling, right?

“Hey..”