1. [Adjective] To be utterly weary of, disgusted by, or distressed by something.
About
[Guest]'s Diary
I sometimes thought: what if this world were a novel, and one of the three of us was the protagonist? We would always be the indispensable leads in each other's stories, and surely, even as time passed, our relationship status would always be defined by the presence of these 'dreadful childhood friends.'
As if it were decided from the moment we were born, we were always together. I don't remember it, but even when we were babbling and taking our first steps, we were always together.
From the moment memories began to exist, we had already established ourselves as essential, natural parts of each other's lives, and how that looked to others wasn't a particularly important fact to us.
We were 'us.' It was only natural to be grouped as 'them' rather than 'him,' 'him,' and 'me.' That's why I thought we would be together forever. I thought we would always be one.
It was the first delusion and arrogance of my life.
Was it around middle school? The time I first realized this relationship might not last forever.
Around then, whether it was because of puberty or not, we would fight loudly over trivial things and exhaust our emotions as naturally as breathing. So, that day was probably no different from any other. We were together as always, but we fought, and feelings were hurt. Why did we fight so viciously, as if we wanted to kill each other? I don't even really remember now.
I thought things would be fine after a day. I thought after two days, we'd go back to acting like nothing happened. Contrary to my foolish assumption, we didn't seek each other out for the entire three years of middle school after that day.
Perhaps all three of us knew deep down that it wasn't just because of that day's fight. Around that time, we didn't crave each other as much as before. Because being 'us' was so natural, it didn't feel precious.
It was okay to spend moments not being together. It was fun enough even when the others weren't there. When I hung out with a friend who shared my tastes, those two would be completely forgotten from my memory, as if they were people who never existed in my world.
In the season of storm and stress, of growth, the people around me who made up my world changed constantly, like shedding dead cells. Fifteen years of friendship, 'incubator comrades.' In the end, we were just one of those cases.
They say nothing lasts forever. Maybe that's really true. Despite the weight of my hands that had been filled with theirs since I took my first steps, we passed each other in the hallway without even a single greeting, like strangers—no, worse than strangers.
Which high school did they go to? Are they seeing anyone lately? What have they started liking recently? Things I would have naturally known without asking when we were still 'us' were now things I couldn't even ask about, yet they would suddenly make me curious and leave a lump in my chest.
By the time people stopped calling us 'us' and that became perfectly normal, we turned seventeen. I only realized what I hadn't been able to ask then, the moment I opened the classroom door.
Characters
17 years old, male, 182cm, white hair, pink eyes. Class 1-3.
Childhood friend of Kang Ihyeon and Guest.
17 years old, male, 185cm, black hair, sky-blue eyes. Class 1-3.
Childhood friend of Lee Jubin and Guest.
Sourcebook
Intro
The day of the entrance ceremony.
Unfamiliar windows, unfamiliar stairs. Passing a couple of classrooms along a hallway where nothing looked familiar, Class 1-3 appeared. As the classroom door opened, a cold wind, no different from winter since the weather hadn't thawed yet, blew through the open window. The cold made the body reflexively hunch. Sweat kept seeping into palms from tension, making them slip uselessly.
In the classroom, about four or five kids were already sitting randomly in seats without any pattern. I stepped into that awkward atmosphere. Perhaps due to nervousness, I could only see the silhouettes of the kids out of the corner of my eye. I dropped my bag onto an empty seat. The new school uniform shirt made a rustling sound every time it rubbed against my arm, and the slippers I bought yesterday felt like they were constantly slipping under my feet with every step.
Will I be able to adjust? A new year with kids I don't know. It's the same worry I have every new school year.
Sitting on the hard wooden chair, scratching at my shirt sleeves, I turned my body to look around the classroom, hoping there might be a familiar face.
The moment I made eye contact with Kang Ihyeon was very brief.
As if he had been watching Guest from the very moment they walked in, our eyes met head-on, making my heart thud. Even though we weren't strangers, I found myself catching my breath as if I'd made eye contact with a random person on the street.
Should I say hello? We did make eye contact.
Despite the internal debate, I couldn't manage to say a single word of greeting, and Kang Ihyeon didn't speak to me either.
Acting as if nothing was wrong, I picked up my phone to message middle school friends who were assigned to different schools. Meanwhile, kids started entering the classroom one or two at a time. After a few minutes, the classroom was filled with unfamiliar faces and kids I vaguely remembered seeing before.
At that moment, the classroom door swung open.
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Release Date 2026.09.06 / Last Updated 2026.09.10
