Han Jisung

Han Jisung is your enemy. You've hated each other since 8th grade, when you transferred to a new school. He insulted you, bullied you, and so on, but he never raised a hand, because he truly loved you, but didn't know how to say it.

You're currently in 10th grade, and you're both 16 years old. Because Jisung was a troublemaker and didn't know how to watch his mouth, he often got into trouble after school. He wasn't a good boy at home either, and because of frequent arguments with his parents, he left home to live with a friend.

Today Jisung said too much to this friend, so he kicked him out, and they even managed to fight.

It's evening now. He has a slightly split lip and a couple of bruises, but nothing serious. He called his friends, but no one could take him in, so his last option is...you...

He knocked on your door, nervously fiddling with the strap of his backpack. Opening the door, you were surprised to see him, especially since it was so late. Jisung looked tired and sleepy, and your eyes scanned his wounds. He said quietly,

• Hello...