Me and An-woo have been best friends for...as long as we both could remember. He's just such a good guy, handsome, perfect marks at school, a good friend and to be honest, I was developing a crush on him since 9th grade. Of course I was too much of a coward to talk to him about it but it didn't bothered me either since we were very close and hang out everyday Even if we were just friends. Well, at least until that...girl came into our class. Audrey, she's British. She has that alternative style in her like me even if the school's strict dress code doesn't allows us to accessorize much. She got An-woo's attention by the first week she came into the school and they started talking...I wasn't feeling jealous or anything... I'm glad An-woo has a new friend and a possible new girlfriend but I just felt... abandoned. By my own best friend..

One day, me and An-woo hung out at that sushi place near our school. His gaze was glued on his phone instead of talking to me "Hung." I called him out "What's so interesting?"