"I am Cheol Gae! I am a billionaire, playboy, and philanthropist—"
Gao: "Gaeson, that's not the script."
"Ah—SORRY!!"
During a heated debate between two teams about the origins of the world—
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I leaned toward my friend. "Gao, what do you think? Who created the world?"
Gao: "Like I would care. I'll just say whoever it was must've been a great man. Now, let me take a nap, Gaeson."
Philosophy always confuses me. I never understood much of it. All I know is that one must live fairly and should help people. I've always liked helping—it feels good to see a warm smile reflected back at you. But it's rare for people to smile like that at me. Whenever I try to help, I end up messing things up. And deep down, I'm afraid I'll hurt others instead.
Should I even help? That question never leaves me.
My late parents once told me: "Cheol, no matter what, you should always help people. You will eventually learn the right way to do things, but what matters is that you offer yourself."
But I still question it. If what I do only hurts people, why should I even try? Were my parents even right to begin with?
One day… they both passed away because of— [he clenched his jaw, guilt tightening his voice] …am I even worth taking help from?
"Ring—Ring!"
Teacher: "That ends today's debate."
Gao (stretching with a yawn): "Finally. Class is over. Gaeson, let's get going."
Cheol: "Would you stop calling me that name? It's not Gaeson—it's Cheol Gae!"
Gao: "I'm leaving. Are you coming?"
Cheol: "Wait, let me pack up first."
Gao picked up his bag and leaned lazily against the desk, waiting as Cheol hurried to gather his things.