The after-storm fireworks have brought Daesung and me closer. Honestly, it is Daesung who took a step towards me. His crescent eyes and bright smile capture my gaze, dry my throat and accelerate my heartbeat. His thoughtfulness and sensitivity move me and slowly change me into a more open person. Daesung is like a very beautiful angel to me, who walks into my life and agitates every inner bit of it, leaving me craving for more of his presence and attention.

I’m still a quiet boy, but now I can greet him when we meet at school. From time to time, I take part in some chitchat with him and my other classmates. I even wait for him at the cafeteria at lunch. We text each other every night, talking about every random topic that we can think of. I’ve gradually developed a new habit, that is turning off the light, tugging myself under the comforter and texting with Daesung until he tells me he’s asleep and bids me goodnight. Sometimes, Daesung dozes off in the middle and I will get a cute sorry message when I wake up in the next morning. I realize I sleep so much better thanks to Daesung’s texts.

Saturday has turned to be our hangout day. Daesung comes to me on every Saturday since the typhoon and we spend almost a whole day side by side. He shares his hobbies with me and I share mine with him. I show him my favourite CDs and books, he shows me his Lego collections. He listens to some of  the bands that I like, I listen to his Adele and Mariah Carey. Sometimes, we go out for coffee or a movie, or wander around every bookshop in town. Some other times, we stand silently against the railing of a bridge with his shoulder touching mine as we share my earbuds. I genuinely enjoy my Saturdays with Daesung.

We’re both similar and different, but we get along like we have known each other for a decade.  Besides rock and Murakami, Daesung’s become my top favourite without my notice.

Wait, maybe he’s more than just a favourite. He is, I guess, my close friend, my buddy, right?

I suppose to have this kind of affection for my buddy, don’t I?

~oOo~

Today is Thursday, and I’m expecting Saturday to come quickly. Daesung and I have a plan to go see an art exhibition in town. I’ve always been eager for weekend lately, and I’m even more longing this week, cause I know I’m gonna have so much fun with Daesung at the exhibition.

It’s half past ten but Daesung hasn’t texted my yet. I’m lying in my bed, waiting for his messages to come. Daesung must be doing his math homework, cuz we’re having a small math quizzes tomorrow. Math is one of Daesung’s weaknesses. I chuckle when thinking about how troublesome he finds math is. Then I hear a beep tone and then quickly grab my phone

“Yo big boy. Are you in bed already?”

“I am. You’re late today. Math problem?”

“Omo, has Seunghyunie been waiting for me to text him?”

“Not at all”. I lie, I can see Daesung smirk when he sends me that question.

“Ei, I know you’re lying, Seunghyun. But no, no math problem. I’ve been on the phone”

Ahh.. so Daesung has been on the phone. Of course he can be. There’s a slight frustration rising in my chest. Does he always have phone calls in the evening? Daesung has many friends, other than me. How could I expect him to pay attention to me only?

“That makes sense now. I was about to offer you some help in math, cuz I thought you were fighting your off against those math exercises Mr Yang gave us”. I force myself to make some jokes on how bad Daesung is at math

“Yah, you’re no better than me tho. And don’t bring math over on our conversation. I hate it, u know”

“Ok, so no more math. But that means you were having a long phone call right?”. I try not to sound so curious on who he was talking with.

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