Better friends, friends that don’t sit behind you and take
advantage of your incurable crush on the guy who sits next to you, that don’t
continue to tease you, and definitely don’t
do what they’re doing right now.
“Hey, Jimin,” Byulyi says, teasingly, through the space between
computers. “Your girlfriend says she wants shoes for Christmas.” Beside
her, Hwasa snorts and you turn to them, red-faced and exasperated.