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“Hey,” Sungmin greeted him as he opened the door. “May I come in?”

Donghae was surprised to see his friend at his house early in the morning. Nevertheless, he stepped aside and he let him in. Both remained silent on their way upstairs and Sungmin waited for them to be inside to start speaking.

“I wanted to talk to you,” Sungmin explained once the wooden door had been closed behind them. “And here, you forgot this yesterday.”

He handed him the flat box and a big plastic bag, probably with the rest of the birthday presents he had received. Donghae took the box and bag, and put them down next to his wardrobe.

Sungmin sat down on the chair, while Donghae decided to take a seat on his bed. Both remained silent for a moment.

“I’m sorry,” Sungmin finally spoke up. “I wanted your birthday party to be perfect, but it ended up being a mess. I’m sorry everything got ruined.”

“It’s not your fault,” Donghae told him. It was true, though. There was only one person to blame. Hyukjae. 

Donghae had barely slept at night. That guy had haunted him in his dreams. Every time he woke up, he was drenched in sweat and his heart was beating rapidly. Then he had trouble falling asleep again. Despite knowing that he would never have to see him again, he still felt a bit frightened. His mind simply wasn’t at ease.

“What exactly happened?” Sungmin wanted to know.

And thus, Donghae told him everything. He told him how Hyukjae had followed him into the kitchen twice, how he hadn’t wanted him to leave and how he had insulted him. The insult which led him to do something as stupid as throwing his drink into Hyukjae’s face, and how all of it ended. 

However, what had really surprised him was that Hyukjae remembered him. He knew that he was the one who had bumped into him at the fair and that he hadn’t apologised.

Sungmin gasped in shock and he cursed. Then he said, “Oh my God, Donghae, I’m so sorry. I had no idea.”

“It happened and it can’t be changed,” Donghae retorted at that, and then he sighed. “At least I won’t see him again.”

Donghae lay down on his bed, crossing his arms behind his head, and he let out a long sigh.

“Well, about that,” Sungmin suddenly said, his voice filled with guilt and concern.

Donghae instantly sat up and as he saw his friend’s facial expression, he panicked all over again. He could tell that what Sungmin had to tell him wouldn’t please him. He could feel his heartbeat accelerating once again and he was trying to prepare himself for whatever news his friend had for him.

“You were right about who had my phone,” Sungmin then said. “When you left, I saw Hyukjae placing it on the kitchen table.”

“Oh no,” Donghae muttered, appalled. He already feared the worst. Hyukjae had probably stolen Sungmin’s phone knowing that he would get his number that way. 

“I’m sorry, Donghae,” his friend apologised again. Donghae could tell that he really was sorry for everything that was happening.

“He knows where I live too,” Donghae then said. “He followed me and saw me running towards my house.”

Sungmin remained silent and he looked at his friend. Until now, everything that old lady from the fair had said, had become true. He had met his opposite, and he was already having a hard time. However, he knew that this was only the beginning. He was anxious about what was still awaiting him.

“And there’s something else,” Sungmin then said, and he frowned. “When Hyukjae left, I went to talk to Kyuhyun and he said something. It seems as if you piqued Hyukjae’s interest.”

Donghae stared blankly at him, then he asked “What does that mean?”

“I have no idea,” Sungmin said, shrugging.

Donghae let out a frustrated sigh. He didn’t know what to do.

However, what scared him was the fact the the old lady had been right about everything. And he knew that he had a hard time ahead of him.

He stretched himself on the couch and he sighed. The house felt empty now that his mother was gone. Her scent still lingered in the air, but he knew that it wouldn’t take long for it to clear away. He did miss her a little. A few days ago, he had packed her belongings into boxes. He had decided to donate it to the poor. He had no use for the stuff anyway.

He took the remote and he switched on the television. After a few minutes, he had to assert that there was nothing interesting to watch. As usual. Sundays were simply plain and boring. He switched off the television and he sighed.Then he grabbed his phone which he had put on the round coffee table. 

He checked his phone and then he scrolled through his contract, looking for someone to ask to hang out. Suddenly, he stopped scrolling. A smirk was formed on his lips as he saw the new name he had added. Donghae. He usually didn’t steal other people’s phone to get a number. But there was a first time for everything, right?

Hyukjae put his phone away and he got up. He headed into the kitchen, where he grabbed his cigarettes from the table and lit one. He opened the window and he sat down at the table. He closed his eyes as he took the first drag. An image appeared in his head. 

“Donghae,” he mumbled.

Maybe he had been too crude to him. He had basically ruined his birthday. It wasn’t like him to behave the way he had yesterday. On the other hand, he hadn’t deserved better after throwing the drink into his face. Even more irked he was because of his judgemental look. Like everyone else, he had judged him by his looks and he hated it. The moment their gazes met, he saw it in his eyes. He had simply acted the way Donghae had expected him to.

He had felt Donghae’s discomfort around him and as he even tried to avoid him, he couldn’t help but deliberately provoke him. He called him ugly, even though he wasn’t in the slightest.

Hyukjae shook his head and he took another drag. No, Donghae was beautiful in every way. Yet it wouldn’t hurt him to smile once in a while. Hyukjae could imagine that he probably had one of the most beautiful smiles. He had watched him at the party. Not even once he had smiled, not even when he was talking to his friends. He looked too serious. Even though he didn’t know anything about that guy, he could tell that he didn’t know how to have fun. He wasn’t enjoying his life the way he should.

Maybe he should help out and stir things up a little.

He stubbed out his cigarette. He couldn’t help but smile to himself, because he was already looking forward to their second meeting.

Like probably everyone else on this planet, Donghae hated Mondays. And since he hadn’t slept well last night, Monday was even more