Childhood friend complex

Episode 2. Popular Kim Do-hoon

"Hey, are you really not going to sign up?"

After the club fair ended, my friend grabbed my arm.

The photography club was pretty good.

"...well."

The seniors all look nice, too.

I don't know if he's kind.

I've already lost all affection for them because of one freshman.

My friend saw my expression and chuckled.

"Is it because of Kim Do-hoon?"

"...What do you mean it's because of him."

It was fun watching the two of you fight earlier.

We didn't fight.

That's even funnier.

In the end, I ended up signing the application, dragged along by a friend.

I'll just do it for one semester and then quit.

Making that resolution to myself.

 

 

-

 

 

A few days later.

First meeting of the photography club.

When I opened the classroom door, more than twenty people had already gathered.

"Yeoju!"

The friend who had arrived first waved his hand.

I was about to sit in an empty seat when I stopped walking.

"..."

The seat next to me.

Kim Do-hoon.

"what."

Dohun tapped the chair and said.

Sit down.

I don't want to.

Then stand up.

"..."

He's really annoying.

I deliberately sat in a seat one seat away.

Seeing that, the senior smiled and said.

What? I thought you two were close.

We're close.

We're not close.

He also said at the same time.

Laughter erupted in the classroom.

Seriously, what's with the chemistry between the two of them?

"Is he always like that?"

I just let out a deep sigh.

Nothing went right from the moment I got involved with that person.

 

 

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The self-introduction time began.

One by one, they stepped forward and stated their name, major, and hobbies.

As it was Dohun's turn, murmuring sounds could be heard from here and there.

"handsome..."

You're tall, too.

What year are you?

I just fiddled with my phone for no reason.

Whether or not.

Dohun finished his brief self-introduction and returned to his seat.

But that was the beginning.

As soon as break time arrived, female classmates began to gather around Dohun one by one.

"Can we exchange numbers by any chance?"

Let's go to the shoot together next week too.

Do you use Instagram?

...

also.

It's the same everywhere.

It was the same in high school.

Universities are no different.

Yeoju.

My friend nudged me in the side.

"What's wrong with your face?"

Why is my expression like this?

It's really rotten.

"...Because I'm tired."

It was a lie.

It's not that I'm tired.

I got annoyed for no reason.

I didn't know the reason either.

 

 

-

 

 

Kim Do-hoon.

A familiar female voice was heard.

"Do you want to go take a picture together?"

Dohun looked at the woman for a moment, then shook his head.

I have an appointment today.

Oh, really?

The woman turned away with a look of regret.

promise?

Him?

With whom?

I was going to just let it slide without thinking much about it.

"hey."

This time, Dohun stood in front of me.

"Let's go if it's over."

"...?"

Mom called.

"...what?"

"Invite the two of you to come eat together."

"..."

ah.

It was today.

The day both sets of parents come up to Seoul.

I had completely forgotten.

"...Mom didn't say anything."

You didn't answer the phone.

I checked my phone and saw three missed calls.

"..."

Stupid.

Mind your own business.

I slung my bag over my shoulder roughly for no reason and walked ahead.

Dohun followed slowly from behind.

 

 

-

 

 

You two aren't really dating, right?

As I was about to leave the club building, someone asked jokingly.

I answered immediately.

"absoluteness."

"absoluteness."

Dohun said the exact same thing.

"..."

"..."

Our eyes met for a moment.

I was the first to avoid eye contact.

 

 

-

 

 

Both sets of parents were already at the restaurant.

"Our kids are here!"

The mothers waved their hands warmly and seated the two side by side.

Both of you came all the way to Seoul and became college students.

Yeah, right. Time really flies.

As we ate, old stories naturally came up.

kindergarten.

elementary school.

Middle school.

high school.

My parents laughed, saying it was a memory, but I just smiled half-heartedly and moved my chopsticks.

But back in high school, you two really competed over grades all the time.

moment.

The hand stopped.

"..."

Mom smiled nonchalantly and continued speaking.

You used to be so obsessed with who ranked what in the whole school every time an exam was over.

"Oh my, even after coming home, our Dohun would ask every day that he was curious about Yeoju's score."

"...honey."

Dohun's father quietly stopped speaking.

A brief silence followed.

Mom also kept her mouth shut, as if she had belatedly noticed the atmosphere.

"..."

"..."

I just took a sip of water for no reason.

That story.

I didn't really want to think about it.

Second year of high school.

National Joint Mock Exam.

and...

'...Kim Do-hoon, first place in the whole school.'

It was after that day.

The reason I chose the humanities was.

Yeoju.

Mom cautiously called my name.

I smiled as if nothing was wrong.

That's an old story.

However, Dohun, who was sitting on the opposite side, did not say a word in the end.

Normally, I would have said something, even if it was just a joke.

It was strangely quiet.

That appearance actually bothered me more.