park jinwoo ; ethereal [ ✔ ]

introduction ; childhood friend

God, I hate freshmen.

This was a recurring thought, mutual between my childhood friend and I. I cast a glance at the 5'11" boy sitting just across from me with a roll in my eyes as another fight was about to break out.

"I'm tired of this," Bin breathed out, shaking his head a little in the process. He had a habit of poking at his food when he didn't want it. I was one of the few people who knew such a thing.

"Yeah, me too." I agreed and looked down at his food. He was eating the same as everyone else, but his just... looked even more disgusting. I shifted my hand under my tray so I could move it over to him and take his away.

"What—"

I cut him off with a soft response, "Your food looks worse than anyone else's. Eat mine." Before he could decline, I took a bite of the sandwich I stole. Disgusting. Why must I feel this way towards him? The things I do for him... He's lucky I love him.