Changbin

You and Changbin weren't best friends. Or rather, you weren't even friends. Always taunting each other, rude language, and no politeness. But you were more than enemies, more than friends. So, you and your class went on a trip. You spent time with your friends, trying to forget each other. Then, one evening, you were at the beach. Your friends had already gone their separate ways, and you were left alone. Changbin looked at the water, nodding occasionally, and you sat next to him, mindlessly talking about the day—the main thing was not to sit in silence. And then you finished your story and looked at him.