It was Kim Seokmin who calmed down the suddenly agitated Kim Minho. Go Yohan chuckled, shaking his spoon with a few grains of rice clinging to it, while Lee Seokhyeon grinned, scooping up his soup. Kim Minho bit his lip alone and spat out his usual foul language.

“Fuck, guess the nice guy has to be the one to hold it in. That bastard Go Yohan.”

“……”

While I wasn’t around, the dynamic between these four had reverted to how it used to be. Why? Naturally, I had to question it. What’s going on, Go Yohan? Didn’t you say you don’t hang out with split-faced punks? Narrowing my eyes, I bit my lip.@@novelbin@@

And yet, the reason I kept my mouth shut and only darted my eyes around was because something had changed.

First, Kim Minho, who always sat beside Go Yohan, was now sitting next to me.

This was undeniable proof that Kim Minho’s rank had dropped.

“But, you know, Chinese-made kimchi actually tastes better.”

“Who cares, you dickhead.”

Even Park Dongcheol, slipping in with a clumsy chuckle and trying to join the conversation, was the same. And so was Kim Minho, who immediately shut him down with a sharp remark. This part hadn’t changed.

Brushing off my hand, I picked up my chopsticks again. Should I just go rinse them? I was still hesitating when Kim Minho’s rough voice suddenly pierced my ear.

“So, did you two really fight?”

“Me?”

Why’s he getting so close? Annoyed, I leaned back slightly and asked. Kim Minho nodded, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Of course, you, dumbass. Who else? You and Go Yohan fought, didn’t you?”

It’s rich coming from one of the main actors of this cold war. If Go Yohan was the war’s instigator, Kim Minho was its malicious bystander. He acted like I didn’t exist, but the moment I started having lunch with Go Yohan, he began buzzing around me like a fly.

Pathetic. It was almost grotesque how, even after being stepped on so miserably, he still couldn’t crawl out from under Yohan’s shadow.

“Hey, Kang Jun, Kang Jun, spill it. What happened? You started it, didn’t you?”

He kept jabbing me in the side with his elbow, slyly needling me for answers—without daring to ask Yohan himself, of course. Hah. Yeah, I get it. I’m still beneath you.

Yohan, meanwhile, was stuffing his mouth with several sausage pieces at once, chewing noisily. For someone who usually acted so refined, Go Yohan absolutely despised people who talked with their mouths full. So, clearly, he wasn’t planning to help me out here. I gave up and quickly shifted gears.

“We just had a little spat, that’s all. It’s normal. Teenagers fight. It’s how we grow up, isn’t it?”

“Bullshit.”

“It’s true. Yohan, right?”

I threw the ball into Yohan’s court. After chewing with a camel-like nonchalance, he finally swallowed and spoke up, his tone dripping with mockery.

“Yeah. Boys grow up best through petty little arguments.”

“Ha! See? Totally Kang Jun’s fault, then. What’d you do, huh? Acted all goody-two-shoes again, didn’t you? I bet you were strutting around like some dumbass, ignoring everyone’s greetings.”

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