Jimin stood at the front door of the mysterious old man that lived next door and prayed he wouldn't be home. He clutched at the sheet of paper in his hand and held his trembling finger a few inches from the doorbell. "You can do this," he whispered to himself, "It's just for a month." Just as he was about to press the small button, the door opened and a man with grey hair gave Jimin a questioning look. "You've been standing on my porch for the past ten minutes. Did you need something?" he asked. Jimin immediately shoved the document he had been holding into the man's face. The man stumbled back a bit and snatched the page from his vistor before reading it over. He looked up from the page and laughed. "Was that
