False Idol

I could feel the already-chilly atmosphere growing even colder.

Had Hyunwoo, who barely reacted to anyone, ever shown such blatant hostility and contempt toward someone before?

Probably not. He hated getting involved with other people so much that even if someone picked a fight with him on the street, he’d just frown and walk away.

He was so cynical that it was hard not to think I got special treatment simply because I was his friend.

"What did you say...?"

"I said there’s no point. You boldly said you’d ignore what I said from the start, so I don’t see any reason to clear up the misunderstanding."

Hyunwoo, of all people, was openly showing hostility and getting worked up over the fifteen-year-old kid in front of him... a second-year middle school student.

I couldn’t tell exactly what had made Hyunwoo like this, but...

Maybe the difference was that it had something to do with me.

Ever since I started spending time with Hyunwoo, he had changed...