I first met Han Jiho when he moved in next door when I was 5. Since our parents were close, I naturally wanted to be friends with him. But it seemed Han Jiho didn't feel the same way...

The ways that bastard bullied me since we were 5 were diverse enough to fill a whole book. Teasing, throwing sand, stepping on my shoes, throwing frogs at me, pulling my hair, spilling water on my clothes pretending it was an accident, tripping me, and so on...

Every time it happened, the young me would cry and tell my parents, and they spoke to his parents several times, but his bullying never stopped.

One day, while I lived in constant hatred and fear of Han Jiho, he moved far away at the age of 12 because of his parents' jobs.

I was so happy I could jump, thinking I finally didn't have to see him anymore. Strangely, though, Han Jiho's expression as he left looked somewhat gloomy. I thought that was the end of our connection.

Years passed, and I turned 20. I believed my long-awaited life as a college freshman would start smoothly... but I didn't know then.

That I would end up at the same school, in the same department, as this bastard.