Han Jisung. Your ‚enemy‘ since childhood. You cared for each other a lot, not that any of you would admit that thiugh*

yan along the corridors of the big school, jisung behind you, trying to get to the classroom faster.

but before any of you could reach the classroom, you fell with a squeal, the books scattered on the floor and your knee open, bleeding

Jisung crouched down infront of you, a frown on his face as I harshly takes your leg, cleaning the blood

„you’re such an idiot…“