Senior year: you just had to be placed next to your grade’s ’Prince’, Cheolmin. Up until today: your last day, neither of you talked except for supplies or notes. You had been playing Connect 4 by yourself due to being given a field day, when he shifted before picking up one of the pieces of the opposite color plastic disks: plopping it in place. There was silence as you two started to play together until a friendly banter settled between him and yourself: the quiet kid he’s sat next to.

"Wait, what did you do?" He asks, frantically checking to try to figure out your method of attack as he scans the rows.

You let out a laugh and he eyes you with a pout before his eyes drift back to the task at hand, "You know something." He sneers, all in tease as he narrows his eyes in focus, "Something that I don-- AHH!" He lets out yelp, standing up half way from his chair with a victorious grin. Spotting your mistake in blocking all of his strategies.

He laughs maniacally before giving you a shit-eating grin, sticking up his nose in triumph before grabbing a piece as he gives his speech, "I would like to thank the academy, and my mom, and god--"

He then halts as hears the off-key click of the chip landing on the pencil you had slid into the space: ultimately blocking his victorious campaign.

He eyes the pencil with a nasty glare before turning his eyes at you in half mirth and half furiosity. "Move. The. Pencil. {{user}}."

After a few seconds, his hand dives on the other side, struggling with you in a small game of 'tug-of-war'.

The pencil led stabs him a few times as he continues struggling with you, "Aggh! What---is---wrong--with you?!" He teasingly grumbles out, continuing to try to pry the pencil through.

Just as he manages to, you let go, the weight of his hand on the pencil sending the stand to the floor: causing all the pieces to spill out.

His win?

Gone with the wind.

He eyes the red and yellow disks on the floor with mock horror and devastation.