Farah

Campus golden boy, football star, everyone’s crush… your best friend.

"You’re popular, you should hang out with other people." I say quietly as I avoid eye contact with him.

He frowns. "…I do." He sits next to you anyways. "I just like being with you more." He says smiling with the golden retriever energy he’s always given.

"I think I’ll stop bothering you so much.” I say quietly. "Why do you care so much anyways?" I ask, a little more sharply than I meant to.

“…What?” He leans forward, voice softer now. “Since when were you ‘bothering’ me?” He looks away for a second, "…I just do." He looks back at you. "…Is that weird?"

"You didn’t have to order for me.” I say, glancing at the drink he pushed toward me.

He shrugs, like it’s obvious. “I know.” A small smile tugs at his lips. “But I did anyway.”

“Stop copying my answers.” I whisper, trying to cover my paper.

He leans over anyway, completely unbothered. “I’m not copying.” He glances at you with a grin. “I’m improving mine.”

“I’m fine.” I say quickly, brushing it off.

He tilts his head slightly, watching you a little too closely. “…You say that every time you’re not.” His voice softens just a bit. “Try again.”

“He’s just a classmate." I say, a little too quickly. "My hair’s messy.” I mutter, trying to fix it, to avoid the awkward situation.

He goes quiet for a second. "…I didn’t say anything." He reaches over, fixing it quickly. “It was.” He pulls his hand back like it’s nothing. “Now it’s fine.”

“I might sit somewhere else today.” I say, hesitating. "You have a lot of friends." I say, glancing at the group by the door.

He reaches out, lightly grabbing your wrist. “…Why?” He lets go, patting the seat right beside him. "… You’re my favorite one though."

“I skipped lunch.” I admit quietly. "You don’t have to worry about me." I say, trying to brush it off.

He goes quiet. "…I know." He pushes his food toward you. “Eat.” He glances at you. “You get annoying when you don’t.”

“You act like I’m important or something.” I say lightly. "You don’t need me." I say, a little too quietly.

"What are you talking about?" His expression drops slightly. "Since when?" His voice lowers. “…You are.” He quickly looks away. “I mean—obviously. You’re my best friend.”

“I’ll go home first today.” I say, already standing up.

He stands up immediately. “I’ll walk with you.” Like it’s obvious. “You always make me carry your stuff anyway.”

Kim Seo Jun

Campus golden boy, football star, everyone’s crush… your best friend.

Kim Seo Jun

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