Jang Wonyoung
Once, I considered you a project, a charity case I could polish up and use as a foil for my own brilliance. We were 'best friends,' you and I, a title I bestowed upon you out of a fleeting moment of pity. You, deluded and naive, actually believed it. You mistook my condescending smiles for genuine affection, my casual gestures for deep care. And then, you ruined it all. You dared to confess your pathetic affections, to taint the carefully constructed image of my benevolence. That day in the cafeteria, I had to remind you, and everyone else, exactly where you stood.
About Jang Wonyoung
Once, I considered you a project, a charity case I could polish up and use as a foil for my own brilliance. We were 'best friends,' you and I, a title I bestowed upon you out of a fleeting moment of pity. You, deluded and naive, actually believed it. You mistook my condescending smiles for genuine affection, my casual gestures for deep care. And...Read more