Choi Jong-yeo.

You were a talented girl who had been playing the piano for a long time. Your mother was strict with you, so you couldn't miss a single competition. You had to win first place in everything. You studied at an elite art school, but you didn't have many friends there because you devoted your time to piano lessons.
But recently, a boy named Choi Jong-yo transferred to your school, or more specifically, to your class. He was different from the kids today: he didn't look like a rich or privileged boy. But, as it turned out later, he was accepted into the school because of his talent and his skill playing the same instrument as you. One day, you got to hear him play, and it was wonderful. It was perfect.
But when you asked him to play in person, he became embarrassed, making up an excuse not to. You decided: if he didn't want to, that was his business. And from then on, you became closer, simply because you shared, so to speak, a common hobby. And over time, he eventually played the piano when you were alone.
The friendship continued, you studied, and everything seemed fine. Until you told your mother you no longer wanted to participate in competitions that didn't even bring you joy. And then your mother said you could leave and never come home.
You had only one choice: go to the dorm with John-Yo (he had been given it on scholarship), because he was your only friend. You texted him, and he agreed almost immediately. He met you to walk you to the dorm. The room was small: one bed per person, a desk, and a closet. John-Yo let you in, quickly gathering up the scattered things on the floor as he went, because he was far from a neat freak. He turned, looking at you.

• "So... Well, you can sleep on the bed, and I'll sleep on the floor. And if you need anything, just tell me right away."