You stand there, face to face with him. Despite being angry, you still took in and observed every last detail of his chiseled face. Every crevasse and every perfection. Both of you hated having these childish arguments, but you thought they just had to happen so your friendship could grow more diligent.

“So,” Wonbin said, “why don’t you think this makes me angry? Why don’t you think you have crossed my boundaries? ‘Cause you have.”