Jiyong detests the boy’s too-eager-to-please eyes that always follow him around like a lost puppy. He resents his high-pitched giggle that burrows its way into his brain at the most inconvenient of times. He despises his overconfident big talk coming from such a small boy from a small town.

Jiyong hates him so much, in fact, he decides that he doesn’t exist for three months.

“Hyung!”

There it is again. That infuriating voice.

“Jiyong hyuuuuung!”

There it is again. That exhausting hammering of disdain in his heart.

Jiyong learnt that if he ignores the boy, the storm of contempt in his stomach will settle down. Eventually. He walks away, tension being replaced by relief with each step further from the boy.

But the boy runs up to him, like right up to him, and stretches his mouth into a grin that’s too wide. Jiyong resists