All Kinds Of Fears

Tae-min stared at the whiteboard in front of him gloomily. His notebook lay open and as empty and white as the whiteboard. He had been able to avoid Chang-min for a week, but now that they were back for their third year, he dreaded staying at the apartment.

The last week had been nothing but a nightmare for Tae-min. He hated himself for acting on his impulses. What was most difficult for him to endure was missing Chang-min horribly, and all Tae-min wanted was for things to go back to the way they were before.

"I'm a f* idiot."

"I agree."

Tae-min was startled when Tae-jon replied. He hadn't realized that he had spoken loudly. He looked at Tae-jon, dismayed. 

"You are not helping."

"I wasn't born to do that."

"I'm beginning to realize that."