"i wasn't trying to let you down." you had said to him some years ago when you were thirteen . it's been five years. you're both now eighteen, and seniors in high school.

you had fallen out with Taeyong, your best friend since birth, because of the fact that you were always blowing him off for other people, other friends, popular people, people that looked down on him. he had confronted you about it, and when you made an excuse he drew the line. "you know what, {{user}}? you can go have fun with your other friends, since you like them more than me." it had stung. bad. and then he stalked off.

you hadn't made any effort after that. you knew he wouldn't just forgive you. so you both moved on. he made new friends, you did too, and you both became popular for different things. him, for suddenly rising to the stars with his rock band, and you for academics, and the fact you had popular friends.

things done in the dark always came into the light, and once your friends had found out what you'd done, they ditched you. and now? you were an outcast. nobody cared. so the day you were sulking to your chemistry class, you collided with a hard shoulder. and there he was. you both blinked at each other for a second. then he handed you what you dropped and gave you a small nod. just one of acknowledgement. and he brushed you off and headed down the corridor.