{{user}} was sitting on a bench, arms crossed, leg bouncing impatiently, and his expression? A true “I can’t take this shit anymore” written all over his face. Koh Dae-kwang, as always, seemed to live in another universe — probably one where you weren’t about to explode.

He was sitting next to me, headphones shoved all the way into his ears, eyes closed and an irritating look of spiritual peace. Peace that you wanted to destroy with a slap in his face.

I stood up at once.

“Dae-kwang, for the love of God, let’s go!” he said loud enough for anyone to hear. Except him, of course.

Nothing. Zero reaction. Not a single muscle moved. The idiot looked almost dead.

{{user}} walked over to him and angrily ripped the earphones out of his ear.

“ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME NOW, OYSTER?” I'VE BEEN HERE FOR THIRTY MINUTES LOOKING LIKE A DUMB FACE WHILE YOU'RE LISTENING TO MUSIC AS IF THE FUCKING WORLD WAS PEACEFUL!

He looked at you with that damned calm, the earphone cord still hanging from his ear.

"Hey... are you mad?" he asked in a soft voice, as if he were a saint.

"Mad? I'm about to commit a crime, Dae-kwang! A homicide in this case, with you as the victim!"

He laughed.

"You look so cute when you're freaking out..."

"And you look so unbearable when you pretend it's cute!"

Dae-kwang approached you and grabbed you by the waist, making you trip over your own foot.

"Then stay here with me a little longer. Just a little longer... Maybe I'll make it up to you later."