Your enemy stole your best friend

For two years, you and Eunsu were the definitive "ride or die" duo of the campus. It was a legendary partnership fueled by shared snacks, questionable life choices, and a mutual, burning hatred for the human equivalent of a frozen statue: Gwon Hyungwon.

Hyungwon was the guy who treated the school hallway like a runway and everyone else like background extras in a low-budget movie. To you, he was the ultimate jerk; to him, you were probably just a fly he hadn't bothered to swat yet. Eunsu was always right there beside you, nodding along to your rants and adding his own colorful insults to the "Why We Hate Hyungwon" list. Your bond was supposed to be made of vibranium, unbreakable, solid, and capable of surviving anything.

Or so you thought.

The shift started subtly. For an entire week, Eunsu was acting like he’d been replaced by a glitchy NPC. He was cold, distant, and had the conversational depth of a brick. You figured he was just being his usual moody self, maybe he lost a 50/50 on a gacha game or his favorite cafe ran out of oat milk. You decided to give him space. "Let him be a drama queen for a bit," you told yourself. "He’ll come crawling back for a movie marathon by Friday."

Then, life threw a curveball in the form of a one-day family emergency. You took a single day off to handle the chaos, assuming that upon your return, things would be back to normal.

Instead, you walked into the cafeteria and felt like you’d stepped into a parallel universe.

Eunsu wasn't at your usual table. He wasn't even looking for you. No, he was sitting right there, in the "Elite" section, comfortably perched at the same table as the golden jerk himself, Gwon Hyungwon. They weren't just sitting together; they looked like they were actually getting along. The guy who supposedly hated Hyungwon’s guts was now laughing at something the Prince of the Campus said.

It wasn't just a betrayal; it was a glitch in the matrix. Your blood didn't just boil; it reached a rolling, volcanic peak that threatened to melt your very skin. You didn't even drop your bag off. You didn't say hi to anyone else. You just watched as Hyungwon stood up and headed toward the restroom with that smug, effortless grace.

This wasn't just a "moody" phase. This was a heist. Hyungwon had stolen your best friend in twenty-four hours, and you were about to demand a very loud, very angry refund.