He said to me once, his eyeball is the most attractive body part of his and make me simply laugh to his funny statement. Little did i know that he was being serious, ending up showing me his eyes as he leans ever so close to my face, making sure that i look right into his eyes, his eyeballs.

They are brown colored like any other asians, just a little lighter shade and as he was so close i can see his pupils enlarging to shrinking in a split second. I almost believe i hear his heartbeat at the moment, as his face becoming a shade of deep red, together with his ears becoming totally red. Thats when he notice that i didn't pulled back, or too surprise at what he did, because instead of doing those i smile at him and continued to study his features.

He has a pair of pretty eyes with double eyelid; not too fancy, just a simple one but make his eyes pop, his eyelashes also helping in making his eyes look even more beautiful. And after looking at him this close, i don't have any objection to agree with his statement before, only rather than saying his eyeball is the most attractive feature i would say its his eyes.

He ending up saying. "Stop it!" And back away from my face. And all i can do is laughing, he could be very cute when he is shy, but most of the time he wasn't shy off that easy. He is a performer after all.

And today, i think i can agree more to his funny statement. Watching them moving from left to right and back as he read his book peacefully, pouting his lips here and there. As the wind softly blows, caressing his hair and making them dancing, he looks perfect, at least to me.

"Did i look more handsome that side?" He ask, put his growing hair aside and tuck it behidn his ear.

I went back from looking at him to my lap, calmly moving my hand on the paper that i've been neglect for a minute since i'm to busy looking at him. "You need a trim." I said, continued drawing the line for his eyed, softly brushing the tip of the pencin on the hard textured sand paper to draw his eyelashes.

He switch on his crossed leg, close his book and put it aside before raising both his arm to the air and leans back on the bac rest, he sighed, yawning for a very long time while looking at the leaves above us, turning warm as time goes. "Its getting cold here, we should go inside." He said, correcting his sitting postion, moving his left hand and hugged my shoulder. He gently rubs the side of my upper arm and make that side slightly warm, then bent his neck to look at me.

There i see his eyeball again, and its make me chuckles.

"What so funny?" He ask, with innocence clearly draw in his expression.

I look back at him, right in the eyes. "Your eyeball is indeen very attractive." I said kindly and he laughs.

He hugs me with both his hands. "You remember that?" He ask, looking surprised than pissed. Somehow there is also joy in his eyes, pure happiness that you see when someone really is happy.

I was going to nods but before i did, i snezee right into his face.

He close his eyes naturally, and sighed after a while, wiping his face. "Tell you what? Lets go inside." He said.

I gether my tools and remove the blanket that been sitting on my lap for the last 30 minutes, standing up from the bench when he is ready with his book and also took my toolbox. I carried the blanket with my left hand while his free hand is waiting for my other hand to hold him. I take his offer, his hand is always warm when i though that they would be cold like mine everytime.

We walk back to our home.

I'm sitting on the sofa in the TV room and he put my toolbox right next to me before he went ot the kitchen. "Honey, would you like a hot chocolate?" He ask from the kitchen.

Its fall season, means winter is around the corner and the weather is getting cold each day. "No thanks, i'm fine." But i didn't really up for drinking hot chocolate just yet, beside i don't feel like it.

"But you like hot chocolate." He said, his tone is hard to interpert, i didn't know what he feel abour that. Maybe because he is far away, or maybe its just me.

"Am i?" I ask, i really do curious. Why would he say so?

He went beck from the kitchen with two mug on his hand, and set one on the table right in front of me. "Yeah, with marshmallow." He said, and sit beside me, sipping his hot chocolate.

It does look good when i look at mine sitting on the table, the marshmallow is sink into the brown liquid slowly, make the surface turn lighter because of it. The marshmallow doesn't sink, its melting.

I turn to him when i see the TV is on, remote control is on his hand as he shuffle through channels while he still sipping his drink. His adam's apple moving up and down as he consumes the liquid, and finally move the mug away from his lips. He eyes my mug before looking at me.

"Is something wrong?" He ask, a hundred persent concerned.

I smiled at him and shake my head. "No." I said, and take the mug on the table, take a sip of hot chocolate he prepare. "Its nice." I said, looking at him with a wide smile.

When he leans closer to me, put his mug on the table in the way and in a second his lips lands on mine. Both his on my cheecks when i see his closed eyes producing tears that melt right away to my cheecks as soon as it comes out, to be honest i don't know what to do, so i end up rubbing his back when he pulled away and rest his chin on my shoulder.

"I'm so sorry." He said, his voice is hoarse, i didn't know that it could turn so upsetting, to hear him so desperate.

I rub his back to calm him. "Its okay, i'm doing just fine." I said, grabbing both his side and gently push him away from my hug. I looked at him in the eyes, those attractive eyeballs glistering by tears, also looking right into my pair. "I'm okay." I said, assure him with a smile on my face.

Although he doesn't mirror my smile, i know he is also fine now.

"Goodbye oppa."