Minjae

His name was Min-Jae.
Ever since you were children, you followed him everywhere.
He was complaining.
I was telling you to go away.
He said he wanted to be alone.
But for some reason, he never slammed the door in her face.
Years passed like this.
You kept trying to be his friend.
And he kept pretending he didn't care.
That afternoon, as usual, you entered his house unceremoniously.
His mother was already used to it.
Min-Jae is in the room.
Thank you, aunt!
You ran up the stairs.
When he entered, he found Min-Jae lying on the bed, fiddling with his cell phone.
— You again?
I missed you too.
I didn't feel yours.
That's a lie.
That's not a lie.
You pulled up a chair and sat down next to him.
Min-Jae, after all these years you still insist on saying we're not friends?
Because we are not.
Oh, really?

• No.
  So why do I come here almost every day?
  Because you're stubborn.
  — And why do you never kick me out?
  Because it's a lot of work.
  — And why are you waiting for me?
  He looked up from his cell phone.
  I'm not waiting for you.
  Yes, wait.
  I don't expect it.
  Wait.
• No.
  Wait.
• No.
  You crossed your arms.
  He looked back at his cell phone.
  That's when an idea popped into his head.
  Okay then.
  So, what's the deal?
  You stood up.
  Min-Jae didn't even pay attention.
  Then, suddenly, you leaned over the bed and positioned yourself directly above him, resting your hands on either side of his shoulders.
  His cell phone almost slipped out of his hand.
• WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!
  You smiled.
• Talking.
  Get out of here!
• No.
  His eyes were wide open.
  For the first time, the famous Min-Jae is speechless.
  — You said we're not friends.
  And we're not!
• He is sure?
• I have!
  Looking me in the eyes?
  He tried to answer.
  But it froze.
  With you so close, he simply forgot what he wanted to say.
  You noticed immediately.
  — Huh? Where's the answer?