Yoon Doojoon

I watched her as she walked inside the house. She got it all wrong. She won’t understand what happened between us. Moreover, she shouldn’t have known. Why must they tell her that? How can she know them?

Oh wait. She and Hyunseung is in the same class,

I sighed. My life couldn’t get any better, isn’t it?

I looked up at the sky and stare at the moving clouds. Wind, I want to be wind. Free and unbound.

I sighed again, blowing despairs breathe out from my lungs. It won’t do much but enough to make me calm.

I decided to take a walk because getting back inside the house won’t help either. I just had to confront with her. Again.

I saw a can lying on the ground and kicked it. As I kicked the can, I remembered this evenings’ incident.

I saw her on a bike and with a guy. I couldn’t recognize the guy because I hid behind the wall. But I think he is from the same school as mine. I don’t know she had friends who’d been nice to her – well, other than Hyunseungs’.

And then, he lifts up that girl. Why would he do that? She could get down by herself, anyway – I think.

After that, we had an argument. Of course I’m mad! I was waiting for her and went out to wait for her because it was late and it rained. She could get kidnapped or or…

But, the first view I saw from her after all those worries was, she was smiling happily with some guy whom I don’t even know.

Yeah, I know I’m pissed. But I don’t know why.

And yeah, I’m worried. And I don’t know why either.

I’m just… mad. Mad. That’s it – I think. Why am I thinking so much?

I kicked the can with too much force, it flew over a gate. Ooh, I should apologize. I shouldn’t be kicking too hard. I need to safe my energy for next week’s game.

I ran to the front to meet with the house’s guard. I just hope he won’t kill me or anything.

“I’m sorry, sir?” I said to the guard standing in front of the lawn, his back facing me. Is he really a guard? Because he looks too young and small for that.

“Excuse me, sir—“ he turned around and my eyes widen. He also had his face in shock. We both were not expecting each other.

He walked closer to me. “Doojoon­­—“

“Yoseob.”

…………

“Oh, so that’s your can?” he asked. I didn’t reply. Nor did I shook or nod. I was just uncomfortable with this situation. I was hoping to have an angry Yoseob instead he greets me like I were his best friend.

And he invited me to enter his house. I had forgotten where his house is. And I found out it’s just a few blocks away. Smooth moves, Doojoon.

“You are my best friend.” He suddenly said. I looked at him in shocked. Can he read my mind?

“We were, isn’t it?” He said again and smiled.

“Yeah, well…” I understand every bit of what we are and going to talk about is majorly my fault. That’s why I don’t like this subject. That’s why I don’t want Eunkyung to know. Because, I feel guilty.

“What happened to us?” He asked me again.

I was silent. I’m not sure how to explain it to him. Which part of it should I tell him? The part where I left them because I was too sad about the death of my mother? Or the part where I left them because Hyunseungs’ mother is the cause of my mothers’ death?

Certainly the second option would just make things even worsted.

“I want us to be like we always did.” Yoseob said.

I would want to but would they accept me?

“But, they won’t want to be like it always did.” I said at him.

“But I want. So start with me.” he said and smiled. My hearts was all light and sunshine. It was like an angel had come from the sky and lifts one of the burdens they bestowed me.

“I will.” I said and smiled back at him. The first smile we shared since I left them.

“But I never know what happened.” Yoseob said at me.

True. I never told him, or anyone else, what happened. And that was wrong. They had every right to know.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to tell me yet.” Yoseob said in despair.

“No. You must know. You should.”

And so, I told him everything. The main reason is, was my mothers’ death. But I didn’t tell him about Hyunseungs’ mother. No, not at him. If someone needs to talk about that, I want Hyunseung to have the honor. Because it’s his mother, not mine.

And I don’t want to have him be bad-mouthed.

In any ways, I want to clean my spilled milk.

credit : my sister bcoz she gave me great idea when im at loss.

A/N : sorry guys for the late update. i loss all my ieas. n then it came back w m sis help. just to let you know, dont expect frequent updates after this bcoz school's starting in 2 weeks. but 4 me cut it to 1 week bcoz i hav band practice nxt week. in d mean time, i'll try to update. juz dont pressure me, bcoz ill have my major exam nxt yr + d higher committee of my schools marching band + a prefect + the teacher's daughter pressure. pls b understanding. n not 2 forget, thnk u my 24 subscribers... and counting. never thought will reach this. also i already posted "A Bucket Full of Oneshots." its a collection of oneshots im going to make when i want to get away from this story. so again thnk u ^^^