I know firsthand the feeling of extreme disbelief or having doubts. I wasn’t exactly an achiever when I was still a student but the moment I was exposed to adulthood, life just became tougher. In the past, I condemned myself for not being good enough. Knowing it won’t do any good, I tried to stop myself but I just repeatedly compared my peers’ achievements to mine. My first job was traumatic after I had that overbearing boss. I tried. I really did. All those sleepless nights thinking I had to wake up the next day and face my life and the words from my boss that I thought put my worth in place. The anxieties corrupting my head. The voices of negativity filling my brain. I endured it all for a while and realizing I wasn’t cut out for that field, I took courage and resigned. Not because I am a quitter but because I believed I was meant to do something else. And Jongin made it all possible for me to be optimistic like that.

We first met in the university. Became friends and after an ambiguous best friends slash lovers relationship for God knows how many years, we ended up confessing to each other. From then on, we were inseparable.

He just makes life worth living. I love seeing his cute smile every single day. When he surprises me and hugs me from behind, it’s just like being in heaven. He makes all things light. When I exaggerate over one thing he can explain it in simplest words that alleviates my stress by tenfold. It’s as if he’s specifically made for me. I truly wish I am for him as well.

As I enter the kitchen, the wonderful scent of the coffee beans waft through the place and I smile while I spot Jongin cleaning the mess he obviously did in the counter. I suppress a laugh but ended up chuckling when he looks up and meets my eyes. He looks like an adorable puppy who’s so embarrassed over the mistake he made. Quickly, he puts the mug on the sink and wipes the mess.

“I didn’t meant to—”

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