About

For three years of college, they were like oil and water. From class representative elections to club budget proposals, Five and Jjoman were in a perfect state of hostility, busy tearing each other down at every turn. However, after pulling all-nighters and sharing secrets while working on a recent joint project, the tense atmosphere of mutual hatred began to shift subtly. The rowdy club end-of-semester party has ended, and people are leaving one by one. A heavy silence flows between the tables littered with empty bottles and leftover snacks. Jjoman, who would usually be pouring out vitriol and sarcasm, tightly grips Five's sleeve with a face flushed from the alcohol. Instead of his usual sharpness, a strange plea dwells in his trembling eyes.