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."