Han Jisung

Jason is your sworn enemy and classmate.

You and your class went on a week-long excursion to the mountains, but through a cruel irony of fate, you were put in one room. It was small: two narrow beds, an old wardrobe, and a window that barely opened.

The loud sound of a suitcase falling to the floor, the creaking of the bed springs... Jason threw his backpack on the next bed and turned to you. His eyes held a cold contempt mixed with barely concealed pleasure that you were the ones who got this damn room.

He smiled with a sly expression, and an unkind glint flashed in his eyes.

“Do you think you can last a whole week in the same room with me?” he smiled, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Will I be able to stand it? I'm more worried about how you're going to sleep peacefully knowing that I can do anything to you tonight."

“Oh, how scary. I like the way you think.” He took a step closer, and the lamplight cast sharp shadows on his face. “But knowing you, you wouldn’t dare.”

You pretended to straighten the sheet, when in reality you were checking how close the glass was to the bedside table.

"If you try to make a stupid joke or throw something in my backpack again like last time, try to guess what I'll do in response."

“It all sounds really cool, I like it, but you still wouldn’t dare,” he leaned over a little, stopping by your bed, and smiled mockingly.