when did things even started?
is it from the time where i first landed my eyes on him? or was it the time where i spilled my coffee on his coat?
maybe it was from the time where i first saw him smile in my direction?
–or was it the time where i was given the chance to sit beside him in one of our class?
i lost track of things and even the time where everything started. all i could remember was the time where i listed down all the things i noticed– from the smallest details up to his whole existence.
one of the thing i wrote was, the way his eyes would turn into crescent-like shape whenever he's smiling sincerely.
the way his lips curl into a downward smile and his ears would turn red whenever he's shy or embarrassed about something.
the sound of his laugh, it was like a melody for my ears. i may sound like a total creep by now but that was just based from what i can observed in our everyday scenario, as him being my classmate.
he stood out so well, even when he's in the crowd. he got this dominating aura surrounding him. making it hard for someone to ignore him once he stepped his foot in the room.
he's just something else.
the way his tone would change in a slightest bit depending on what he's feeling, he doesn't even try concealing them. he was just too honest and open.
he's attractive, no– attractive is an understatement, he's an epitome of perfection.
but what makes him perfect? what makes him attractive? and lastly, what makes him popular?
could it be that–
❝hyeongjun, you're spacing out...❞ my train of thoughts were interrupted by a familiar voice, calling out my name.
❝oh minhee– hi?❞ i greeted, slightly taken aback.
❝penny for your thoughts?❞ he asked, smiling.
❝nothing, i was just thinking if we have any assignments from other classes❞ i reasoned out, he raised an eyebrow.
❝yeah, whatever you say. staring at someone for god knows how long is an assignment.❞ he added, pulling the ‘i am not buying any of your shit’ look on his face.
i chuckled at his response. he's always been like that, i am so used to it.
it all started when i was four and he's five, we used to lived in the same neighbourhood and that's when our friendship starts, until we become inseparable from that day onwards.
we're of the same age and was initially from different schools before but now we're classmate, what did i do? it's kind of obvious.
i actually kind of persuaded my mom to enroll me in the same class as him back when we were still young. i was so naive and stubborn back then and i had my priorities straight.
... and that is, to be in the same school as minhee no matter what.
however, we're quite the opposite of each other. he's popular and well loved by everyone. while me, i am the outcast– no, not a total outcast, just someone who prefers to be lowkey and maintain a peaceful life as a normal freshman student in this university.
i can't even remember when did he started to be this well known by many. one thing for sure is that, the spotlight always favour someone as good-looking as him.
no ill intentions implied with my words, just pure admiration towards my best buddy.
❝hey minhee, wanna grab lunch?❞ asked one of the soccer player,
❝no thanks! maybe some other time❞ he politely rejected.
as you can see, you can hear his name almost everywhere in our campus. i am not complaining, i am just wondering if they aren't bored with him yet.
❝movie marathon?❞ he asked, draping his right hand on my shoulder as we walked down the busy hallway filled with students of different levels.
❝we did that yesterday❞ i replied, adjusting my glasses for a better vision to my surroundings.
❝we can watch your favourite series, i am free. you can have me for today❞ he added, is he trying to convince me or what?
❝what's with you? is there something wrong?❞ i asked, making sure that he's fine as he sounded different than he was, usually.
❝nothing❞ he shrugged, ❝i just thought that you might feel neglected since i've been spending less time with you❞
well, he kinda did. but it's not something worth to bring up and i understand since he's also a student athlete.
❝no worries, we're just a few walk away from each other's houses. so no big deal, mkay?❞ i assured, he smiles– those smile that perfectly suits his handsome face.
'damn my bestfriend's handsome look'
❝ ... ❞
❝do you have any practice today?❞ i asked, now munching the chips in my hand.
we're now at home, having a movie marathon. the genre? romance. who pick the movie? me.
yeah, i am a hopeless romantic college student who firmly believe in the fairytale-like concept of love.
i may not have the most outstanding taste in movie but at least, i enjoyed it the way i wanted it to be.
❝i think we've watched it for a couple of times, haven't we?❞ minhee asked, taking a handful of chips.
❝but i want to watch it again, you can leav–❞
❝hey calm down, i was just trying to recall if we indeed have. i am not complaining❞ he explained, flashing me his comforting smile.
something must've happen to him, he's not bickering with me this time
❝what's wrong? you know that i can listen, whatever it is. i'm all ears.❞
❝nothing, it's just that...❞ he sighs as i remained silent, waiting for him to continue.
❝my mom's getting married again❞ he continued, he doesn't sound happy and i wonder why.
❝why do you look so gloomy?❞ i carefully asked, not wanting him to misinterpret my words.
❝it hasn't been long since my parents divorced and now, she's remarrying. i am not complaining, i am actually happy for her but...❞ he then made his way to the sofa, snuggling close to me.
we're always like this, it's always been like this ever since.
❝i can't help but wonder if she ever love dad or she just love the idea of dad being able to provide us everything we needed.❞
oh yes- rich people and their things. can't relate.
i smiled softly. i may not experienced it, but i understand his concern.
❝come more closely, i'll hug you❞ i offered, i have nothing to say. i can just offer my presence and comfort him.
he smiled.
we stayed in our position for a bit longer until he decided to break the hug.
❝i have a practice at 4pm.❞ he said as he stood up from his seat.
❝you're leaving now?❞ i asked. he chuckled.
❝i'll bring you with me, what are you saying?❞ he replied. as i was about to protest, he suddenly grabbed me by wrist. softly.
❝atleast, allow me to change my clothes ❞ i complained,
❝there's nothing wrong with your clothes though?❞ he replied, staring at me from head to toe.
❝are you for real?❞ i asked in disbelief, ❝i am wearing a pajama, yeah. there's nothing wrong and i look far from being presentable.❞
he laughed.
❝okay okay, i apologize❞ he said, releasing my hand. ❝go change your clothes, i'll wait.❞
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