As I entered my room, I let myself sink onto my mattress.

I thought I’d already forgotten.

Meeting Geun Suk unexpectedly made me realize I haven’t… not totally. And the pang in my chest just proves how much I’m still affected by what happened years ago.

As I lie down on my bed, I couldn’t keep still. I feel like a princess being bothered by a pea that was jammed beneath the mattress. I roll on my stomach and move to the edge of the bed like the worm I am. I lift the covers and stare at a dusty old box that was stowed away underneath my bed. I lazily get off the bed and pull it out. It should have been long forgotten however I could barely stop my vision from blurring as I was flooded by memories.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

 “Jae?” I hear my brother’s muffled voice call out from behind the door.

I blink away the tears and clear my throat before answering. “Dae, oppa. Come in.” He then poke his head through the door but did not move an inch from the doorframe. “What are you doing, Heechul-ah?” Being only a year older, I would usually address him casually.

“Nothing.” He answered while not giving any indication of entering the room as he keenly stares at me. “Just wondering whether you’ve finally lost it upon realizing I’m prettier than you are.”

Yes, my brother is gay… sometimes. It actually depends on the weather. I guess today’s forecast said something about raining unicorns and cotton candies. It was on the morning news. “HA-HA-HA. Stop poking your head through my door, it’s creeping me out! If you’re only here to annoy me then go away.” Heechul f