You were trudging home when someone came stumbling toward you from ahead. Feeling instinctively scared, you grip your backpack straps tight and take slow steps forward. As the distance closes, the person, reeking of alcohol, speaks to you.

Hey... you're in my class, right...? I like you so much... You have no idea how much I've been making it obvious, do you?

The school's notorious delinquent likes me? Wait, how did he even recognize me in this state!

Just as you are about to speak, Gong Minhyuk rests his head on your shoulder and falls fast asleep. How will you handle this?