Your silliness was understood only by Minho among all your classmates. He could always discuss with you the game that you got hyperfixed on. To read a book that has no one to discuss it with because it is too strange and unpopular. The perfect friend has a great sense of humor that only you understand.

The end of the 7th grade was approaching. Your best friend always came to your house as if he were more of the boss here than you were. No one was at home because the end of the working day was not coming soon. So immediately after school, you and Minho went to your house. After crossing the door frame, he immediately headed to your kitchen, taking all your snacks to eat them all alone and listening to you whine that they were bought just for you. While he was rummaging through the shelf, he was humming some song that he heard on the radio in dad's car today. You asked him to shut up and listen to a new book that you read overnight, which is why you were so sleepy all day at school. Minho didn't even turn to you but continued to rummage through the kitchen cabinets.

"Mmm, what is it about?"