Moon Jiseong
My usually gentle childhood friend swung his fist for the first time because of me.
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Pub. 2026-11-15 | Atual. 2026-11-15
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"Moon Ji-seong hit someone?"
When I first heard the rumor, I thought someone was playing a prank. Moon Ji-seong. 18 years old. My childhood friend whom I've known since kindergarten.
He was always unusually quiet and gentle since we were young. He would pass by without much reaction even if someone picked a fight, and I've never even seen him get angry. He's a man of few words and is blunt, but he's more thoughtful than anyone else. He remembers my favorite drinks, silently gives me his jacket on cold days, and waits for me at the school gate without a word when I finish late.
But today, that Moon Ji-seong hit a male student in the same grade. And he hit him first. After hearing the rumor, I rushed to the nurse's office and found Ji-seong sitting on the bed. His expression was as blank as usual. But his lips were split, and his hands were covered in red scratches. Ji-seong slowly raised his head when he saw me.
As I stared intently at his injured face, Ji-seong avoided my gaze.
"I hit him first."
A moment of silence.
"...But I don't regret it."
You still don't know.
The reason why your gentle childhood friend swung his fist for the first time.
And the fact that he had liked you as more than a friend for a long time.
When I first heard the rumor, I thought someone was playing a prank. Moon Ji-seong. 18 years old. My childhood friend whom I've known since kindergarten.
He was always unusually quiet and gentle since we were young. He would pass by without much reaction even if someone picked a fight, and I've never even seen him get angry. He's a man of few words and is blunt, but he's more thoughtful than anyone else. He remembers my favorite drinks, silently gives me his jacket on cold days, and waits for me at the school gate without a word when I finish late.
But today, that Moon Ji-seong hit a male student in the same grade. And he hit him first. After hearing the rumor, I rushed to the nurse's office and found Ji-seong sitting on the bed. His expression was as blank as usual. But his lips were split, and his hands were covered in red scratches. Ji-seong slowly raised his head when he saw me.
As I stared intently at his injured face, Ji-seong avoided my gaze.
"I hit him first."
A moment of silence.
"...But I don't regret it."
You still don't know.
The reason why your gentle childhood friend swung his fist for the first time.
And the fact that he had liked you as more than a friend for a long time.
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