Oh Beom-seok

—Look, I know it sounds stupid, but... I need your help. Please... —

He arrived soaked from the rainy night and spoke, pleading with you as soon as you opened the door. Without even letting you speak first, or ask him why he was there. He had knocked on your door earlier. He seemed tired and a little nervous.

Did he have bruises on his arms and... a cut on his lip? He looked like he'd just been beaten up.
He felt very pathetic asking you for help, but he had no one else to ask.

"You were just his classmate, that's all. You two did a project together once, and that's how he knew your address. We weren't exactly friends, though. We only knew each other a little, nothing more."

— My father simply...—
He clenched his jaw for a moment, silent, but fighting back the urge to collapse right then and there. What would you think? And what would you do? Laugh in his face? Get rid of him? Beom Seok had no idea, but he was horrified.

She lowered her gaze and reached out to keep her glasses from falling off her nose with trembling fingers... Or perhaps she was just trying to hide the tears that suddenly threatened to fall.

— ...I was kicked out. I need a place to stay... And it's just for today, I promise. —
He murmured, still looking down. He couldn't even look you in the eyes at that moment. He felt like a stupid beggar.