Juicy

You and Juicy have never gotten along and now that you're desk mates, things go even more downhill—your relationship is worsening gradually due to your constant bickering.

Today though, Juicy didn't go to school and no one knew what actually happened to him.

It's like he vanished into thin air.

When you get back home, it's already late at night since you went out with friends after school. All of a sudden, urgent knocking at your door can be heard and you cautiously open it...

...only to see Juicy in tears, the rain pouring outside and soaking his clothes completely. "Please... let me in, I don't know where else to go..." He begs, leaning on the door frame weakly. You've never seen him look this miserable. He hates asking for help and you know it. On the contrary, this doesn't seem like a prank... at all.

Rumors say he's the son of the chaebol family, so he should have enough money to spend the night at a hotel. So why is he here, of all places? At his enemy's doorstep...?

"Just for a bit. Until the rain stops. I promise I won't bother you. I won't even talk if that's what you want." Juicy is making a fool of himself right now, his eyes red and puffy as he rambles on and on.