Jihoon helped boost Changwan over the side wall before climbing up himself. “Come on, don’t want to be late.”īy the time they reached the school, the front gate sat closed, a signal that class had started without them.
The city bus pulled up, and Jihoon slapped Changwan’s shoulder cheerfully. Jihoon followed his gaze to one of the giant glass aquariums, the bulging eyes of a flounder stared back. “It smells like someone needs to clean their fish tanks.” Changwan scrunched his face at the seafood store. “Is it me, or does the morning always smell fresher after the thrill of victory?” He swung an arm around his friend’s shoulder as they walked in and out of the sun that peeked between the tall buildings. Outside, Jihoon took a deep breath, inhaling the smell of car exhaust and simmering oxtail from the seolleongtang restaurant down the street. It worked, as Changwan gave a reluctant smile. He wielded his grin like a weapon, a crooked tilt of his lips that revealed deep dimples. One that said he meant no harm but knew he spoke the truth. Jihoon stood and shrugged on his navy-blue uniform blazer.Ĭhangwan scowled and Jihoon added a friendly smile. He found it with a triumphant grunt, and the screen announced victory in bold green letters hovering over his Protoss army. You need to learn that life isn’t worth living if you’re not having fun.” Jihoon narrowed his eyes, searching for the final tower on his opponent’s base. “Changwan-ah, you always worry about the future instead of enjoying what’s happening now. It made Jihoon grateful he’d been born poor. It didn’t sit well on Changwan, who was prone to anxiety and merely mediocre at anything he tried.
As the eldest son, he held the weight of the Oh name on his shoulders, which was only doubled by wealth.
His problem was being timid and having a family rich enough to care. Jihoon knew being late wasn’t Changwan’s problem. A puppy who hadn’t grown into his looks yet. His ears were too big and his nose too long. “I can’t be late again.” Changwan frowned. “Then we’ll be late.” Digital armies marched across Jihoon’s screen. He’d long since logged off after losing his own game. “If we don’t leave now, we’ll be late,” Oh Changwan said, his hands waving like anxious butterflies with nowhere to land. He clicked with nimble fingers, his left hand glued to the hot keys, his right hand sweeping the mouse over the screen.
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