CHANG BIN

Changbin was by your side from early childhood. Clingy, playful, and always engulfing you with his presence. You, on the other hand, never paid much attention, only silence in response to endless questions.

For several years now, you had been answering Changbin less and less, but he didn’t give up, continuing to follow you around like a little tail, and then one day, while walking you home, while you were already starting to climb the steps, he froze and quietly said:

• Silly girl, maybe we should start dating, you won’t find anyone better than me.

“No,” you answered coldly and calmly.
He was silent for a moment, suddenly realizing why you were upset with him.

He stood there, replaying in his head that very day when, because of him, you got a concussion and spent about a month sitting at home with a broken leg.

He took a step forward, stopping right in front of the first step, and said more confidently:

• It's because of that incident, right?