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  At the age of sixteen, Minseok made a new friend in high school. Yixing was the sweetest senior who always took care of those younger than him and volunteered and many different places on top of his school, college exams, and family.   There was no one who could ever beat Yixing when it came to being nice and courteous, except Minseok.   Minseok took it upon himself to befriend Yixing because he liked nice people, and Yixing was the epitome of nice. Not only that, Yixing was very smart.   Everyone thought Yixing was a ditz, slow minded, and clumsy. That was definitely not the case. He had glaucoma so he had to smoke , which he apparently hated doing.   "Yixing, how are you today?" Minseok asked, placing a hand on the senior's shoulder.   Yixing had his hands over his eyes. "I'm doing good, Minseok-ah. It's just hard to see right now."   Minseok sat beside the other, gently rubbing his shoulders with both hands now. "Have you had a chance to use your....medication?"   "No, I refuse to. It's not that bad." Yixing reassured even though he hadn't moved yet.   "Come on, I'll walk you to class." He stood up and pulled the others arm through his own. "Just keep a hand around your eyes and I'll lead you."   "I can't let you-"   "Too late, I'm doing it already." Minseok tsked and led the other inside the building. "I will always help you, Yixing-ah. Never be afraid to ask for help."   He ignored the other students that jeered