Bang Yongguk watched Kim Himchan grow up.

He noticed how she grew her short hair out into soft hazel-coloured stresses and how her cheeks lost their baby fat as she matured into a fine young lady. He was the one who sat by her bed and watched her twirl in front of her mirror as she beamed and asked if she should start wearing skirts instead of her usual jeans. He was the one who then made sure to scare off each and every male that had intentions of approaching her, and had them scurrying away after swearing to stay silent.

Yongguk was still the same old Yongguk, the one who was infamous for his gang activities and graffiti around the school compounds since high school. Teachers referred him to the 'lost case' in the staffrooms as they clicked their tongues at his pathetic grades. He was always the one seated at the back of the classroom, legs propped up on his scratched-up table with his headphones placed over his ears even during lessons. His uniform shirt was always never tucked in, his tie hanging low along with his loose pants that weren’t even school pants. His father owned the college—that was the only reason why he still wasn’t kicked out yet.

To the student population, he had a heart of cold steel and would run over puppies with his gleaming jeep. Yongguk chuckled darkly at that remark, but he couldn’t deny that he wasn’t weak at the slightest. But he just had one weakness that no one knew about.

His childhood friend. His best friend.

Himchan.