I felt sick. If given the fact I wasn’t sitting next to Daehyun – and the fact he probably wouldn’t have let me go to the restroom alone – I probably would have heaved everything again.

Against my will, I’d been fed, literately, another one of Daehyun’s little fattening treats and my stomach was threatening to burst. I could nearly swear that, while I hadn’t earlier, I could feel the waist line of my jeans cutting into my stomach. It wasn’t a nice feeling.

But I knew Daehyun wouldn’t let me relapse. I suppose it was for my own good – or, at least that’s what he thought. So instead of arguing with him, which I learned didn’t matter since Daehyun didn’t believe in losing, our little tutoring lesson continued.

“Good, now try number ten.”

Even by just sitting here, in McDonalds still, I could feel myself getting fatter. It was as if just smelling the burgers could get me fatter – hopefully, that wasn’t logical.

I tried to keep myself distracted, mentally working through the problem again as Daehyun gave a low groan at the added assignment. He pretended he hated what he was doing, but he was doing a hell lot better than I’d originally expected. For a kid that had slept through every class for the past four years, he was a genius. Maybe if he’d decided to take up studying instead of work, things would have been brighter for him – not implying that he had made the wrong choice.

“Let’s take a break,” I suggested. After watching Daehyun struggle through a good three lessons, he deserved a break.

He seemed elated at the idea, practically throwing his pencil on the desk and stretching out his arms, his visual expression practically screaming freedom.

You really couldn’t help but laugh at his childish behaviors like that. He really was just a kid at times.

He joined me in my little laughing fit, his expression ten times brighter than that of when he had been working the math problems. At this rate, we’d never get through everything we went over in class till now; but oddly enough, that never had stopped me from rewarding him with a lengthy break every ten or so problems.

Maybe I was just weak against him or something.

Hesitantly, I broke our peaceful silence, shifting a little in my seat, “Can I ask you something?”

“Shoot.”

I hummed a little, burrowing my brows in thought as I nodded my head. I couldn’t figure out the correct words to shoot – as he’d put it – properly. Words didn’t come quite so easy for me as it did him. “Why do you work?” Had that question been too personal?

Apparently, he didn’t so. “Because,” he smiled, relaxing into his seat, “I have a little brother.” I waited for him to continue, nodding in reassurance. I didn’t mean to pry, but one couldn’t help but be curious. “He means the world to me. I want to buy him everything in the world and so much more. He deserves it, for sure.”

Just as he’d opened his mouth to say more, a voice hollered for Daehyun from somewhere across the counter of the register. I knew Daehyun was popular in school, but I hadn’t known his popularity ranged outside of school hours as well.

Reading my expression, he laughed at me, shoving his chair back and packing his things – more like shoving everything into his bag, not caring much for organization. “Sorry to cut our little burger date so soon, but I have to go to work.”

Daehyun had always managed to surprise me, but this was a new one.

Just how much about Daehyun did I not know?