"Having friends just mean that you've taught them that they're first, and you're last."

The 3rd Week:

Hyunjin and I were in the bakery she adored so dearly, "Cherry on Top." She pretty much only ordered their croissants and never shared. But I know her weak spot already. We sat at the window that was near nobody except that one plant who looks like a pineapple. It was our "reserved seat" Hyunjin would say.

"Why aren't you eating?" she asked, watching me as I only stared at my batch of cookies and coffee.

"I'm not in the mood," I muttered. In experiment, I'd raise my eyes to see her eyebrows scrunched up. A chuckle escaped my lips as I slipped out a compliment so rare, that if anybody heard, they'd automatically scream:

"You're cute whenever you do that." I blurted, suddenly choking on my own spit a second later; my eyes started to wet. Hyunjin pointed at me and laughed, the worry in her face disappearing. I growled, hitting her hand in embarrassment.

She stopped and stole a cookie from me,

"And you're cute whenever you are embarrassed, Jeon Heejin."

THE GAYS ARE RISING