Kim Horangi

You and Kim were such friends.

Tears, tantrums, joy, anger, fear - you lived it all together, shoulder to shoulder. They always found words of comfort for each other and often joked to interrupt a sad or awkward moment.

Horangi, because of his nationality, ate very strange dishes for you. Seriously, eating cockroaches and other bugs is something new for you. But who knew that it wouldn't do any good. The guy was poisoned and lay with a sick stomach in his room, and you, as a faithful friend, sat next to him and handed him pills or a basin.

— do you know what happens if there are cockroaches from questionable sites?

The Korean mumbled a little and turned in your direction.

"can't you see it from me?"

He replied coldly, cringing in pain.

— it must be a fuck-up.

There's a smile on your face, but then there's a pillow from your friend on it., who starts laughing a little.

— go to hell, you'll eat them with me next time.