Jimin trotted down the stairs, eager to practice. He needed something to distract him. Just as he reached the second floor, he immediately screeched to a stop when he heard Nari’s voice.   “Th-this is just something that I’m curious about…”   He peeked past the wall to see her and another girl standing in front of their classroom’s backdoor a little away from where he was. Nari had her back to him, but he quickly hid behind the wall again, pondering on whether he should continue on his way or not.   “Let’s say you had a guy friend who you were really close with, and you had an… argument of sorts with him” he heard Nari say, and for a moment, Jimin thought she was talking about him. However, when she continued, he realized he wasn’t the person she was speaking about.   “Wh-what would you think it means if that friend… waited outside your house just to apologize and suddenly hugged you?”   Jimin didn’t hear her friend’s reply as he leaned his head back onto the wall. Was she talking about Taehyung?   “Hey Tae-“ Jimin started to say, but he swallowed his words when he saw his friend looking at something. Upon following his gaze, that ‘something’ turned out to be a ‘someone’.   Nari was writing in her notebook, oblivious of the two boys’ stares.   Jimin flitted his eyes from her to Taehyung, a weird feeling settling in his stomach at how soft his friend’s gaze was. That was undoubtedly the look a guy only gave to one he liked.   Shaking off the thought, Jimin nudged him with his elbow, causing Taehyung to startle and turn to him with inquiring eyes. “Let’s go get something to drink.”   Outside the library, the two friends stood in front of a vending machine, each choosing which drinks they wanted. Jimin peeked at Taehyung who was looking at the choices with his eyebrows knitted together.   “Hey,” Jimin said, getting Taehyung’s attention, “C-can I ask you something?” He inserted money into the slit and pressed a button, the drink making a clang as it dropped.   Taehyung followed in pressing the appropriate button, and his drink dropped too. “Sure.” He bent down to push his hand through the slot and took out the two cans. Handing over Jimin’s can, he asked, “What is it?”   Swallowing, Jimin kept his eyes on his drink as he hesitantly asked, “Do you… like Nari?”   “What?” When Jimin looked up at his friend, he was staring at him incredulously. “Where did you get that from?”   Though he didn’t express it, Jimin’s heart felt lighter. “It’s just, the looks you give her sometimes, it’s ones a guy would give a girl he likes. But I probably just saw wrong, right?” He smiled and nudged Taehyung.   “Yeah, you saw wrong. You need glasses or something,” Taehyung said back, laughing as he popped open his can and started walking back to the door.   “Hey, what about Nari’s drink?” Jimin shouted after him.   Taehyung waved a hand above his head as he continued walking. “You get it.”   That was back in middle school. After that, Jimin never saw Taehyung look at Nari like that again.   Suddenly, anger rose in Jimin, and his hand balled into a fist. Had Taehyung lied to him this whole time? Why else would he do what Nari had said earlier? How could he betray him like that, when Jimin had directly told him about his feelings for her?   Rage burning inside of him, Jimin kicked the wall and stormed down the stairs.   Nari jumped at the noise and turned around to see the backside of Jimin disappearing down the stairs. Was he still mad at her? She sighed, not knowing what to do. When had her life become so complicated?   ~~   “Thank you! Drive safely!” Namjoon bowed after the car he had just filled up as it rolled out of the gas station. He straightened up with a groan. After a few nights of staying up to finish his homework, the exhaustion was catching up to him.   He took a moment to stretch his back, but it was cut short by his boss yelling at him to come to the office. As he passed another worker on his way, he quickly asked, “Did something happen?”   The worker leaned in a little as he whispered, “I heard him fighting with his girlfriend over the phone a minute ago.” He gave Namjoon a sympathetic look and patted him on the back.   Sighing, Namjoon trudged inside the building. This was one of the flaws of this job. Whenever their boss was in a bad mood, he took it out on the workers, which was why many quit after a few weeks. As of now, Namjoon was the only part-timer who’d lasted this long, and as if the boss knew his predicament of needing this job, he was frequently chosen as the man’s punching bag.   It was fifteen minutes later when Namjoon was finally released from being yelled at for not buttoning his uniform vest properly. Heaving a deep breath, he stumbled out. He always tried not to let his boss’s rants get to him, but it was inevitably mentally draining.   There was no time to dwell on that as another car came in to his spot. He immediately ran over, shouting a greeting to the driver.   “How many kilograms, sir?” Namjoon asked, standing with his hands folded in front of him.   The man sitting in the car held up two fingers as he barked into his phone. Namjoon held in a breath and proceeded to punch in the correct amount into the fuel dispenser before taking out the nozzle. He walked over to the back but realized quickly that the man hadn’t opened the gas cap. Sighing, he went back to the driver’s window and knocked softly on it. It rolled down after a moment, revealing the customer looking very annoyed. He had one hand over the receiver of his phone as he glared at Namjoon. “What do you want?”   Pushing down the irritation rising up inside of him, Namjoon forced on a smile as he replied, “Could you please open your gas tank?”   The man quickly nodded and waved him away, the window already rolling up before Namjoon could respond. Sighing once again, Namjo