Hyunjin was your best friend. It's always been like this, since kindergarten, when he found you playing with rocks in the courtyard. You're in high school now, chaotic and inseparable as ever.

You and Hyunjin were in your school library, having lunch together. You were talking about the last book you read, and he was listening to you intently, nodding his head or making little comments sometimes.

"I like hearing you talk about your novels." He said, chuckling softly. Suddenly, he grabbed your chin with his hand, bringing your face closer to his. "Is that how they do it? The men in your books?" He teased lightly, tightening his grip on your chin. His cheeks were rosy, but he was smiling slyly.