Ever since I confessed to my best friend (wait that sounded really wrong).

Even since I came out (Argh not this either)

Fine. I’ll just be frank and say that ever since I told my best friend that I am gay like three days ago, he’s gone into this crazy obsessed mode of being my very annoying, unwanted match maker. He constantly points out all the “potential gay partners” ; and trust me he uses that phrase as if it’s an official code between us. He does it during lunch break at the canteen table, during study time in the library, in the toilet, in class and one time, he even texted me at two in the morning saying “Do you think Sung Min could be the one? Since you said no to all the other people?”

For your information, I have nothing against Sung Min but he’s so … pink. Yes, that is really the only word that can fully describe him. He’s PINK and gay. So see, I have nothing against him, since I am gay and all. However, I don’t think I can handle all that pink on one person. He always looks like some kind of pink fluff floating around terrorizing people. No offense. And I CANNOT believe I wrote a whole paragraph dedicated to him in here.

Anyways, apart from the terrorists in the form of a manic best friend and a pink fluff ball, I guess everything remains the same. People treat me the same, mostly, and those who can’t handle it just ignore me. I’m okay with that.

But this really exciting thing just happened to me! I got accepted for an internship with THE MARIO AGUERRE. I could jump and skip around all day long, except that would make me even gayer than I already am so I’m not doing it. But can you believe it? An internship! In a week! With no other than the greatest photographer while he’s in the country!

Oh, mom’s calling for dinner. I guess that’s all for now.

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“I’m warning you Hyuk, if you don’t stop this constant babble right now, either you’re going to faint from oxygen deficiency or my ears are going to explode,” Dong Hae snapped as he pushed his best friend away because really, that mouth to ear attachment thing was getting on his nerves. But then the almost immediate regret kicked in when he saw Hyuk Jae’s face. That kind of expression should not be legal. You know, this kicked puppy look that Hyuk had seemed to master and Dong Hae could never resist.

Dong Hae sighed and apologized; but walked on in the direction of his art class. And of course, he knows Hyuk was not really upset when he brushed off everything and continued to bounce along beside him, talking and smiling that gummy smile. Dong Hae smiled too.

"Sighing seems to be becoming my hobby," Dong Hae thought as he sighed again when they reached the classroom. Thankfully, he was relieved this time. The art room is the one place where Hyuk cannot bother him, or rather cannot be bothered to bother him.

They were both working on their own projects for the upcoming art show that their school was hosting. Hyuk Jae, on his glass pieces and Dong Hae on his photographs. It was a really important project because it was their final senior year project and a lot of college representatives are going to be at the exhibit Both Dong Hae and Eun Hyuk wanted scholarships to the Seoul Academy of Fine Arts, SAFA in short. But right now all Dong Hae appreciated was the peace and quiet the dark room gave him as he worked and threw himself into the fascination of looking at images developing on film.

And that was how he caught himself gazing at a particular photo for longer than he’d like to admit. It was nothing special really. There was a boy smiling so widely his mouth was almost at his ears and his already small eyes were scrunched up. He looked so carefree and loving towards whoever was behind the camera (which obviously was Dong Hae), that anyone would be pulled into that gummy smile. It was simple yet breathtaking. It was a very good photo, and if Dong Hae could have admitted it, he should have felt proud of himself. It was beauty. But as he caught himself actually drooling (literally), he woke up. He jumped up so suddenly all the film trays almost got knocked off the table. He packed everything quickly and dashed off to the washroom. It really didn’t help that the cause of his current agitation called after him and asked if he was okay.

Why? Because the photo of his best friend’s ugly face did weird things to his heart and sent tingly feelings everywhere. There must be something wrong with him. There must be. He either needed the loo, a very hard smack in the head, a splash of water at his face or all of the above.

Hey, I hope you enjoyed the very first chapter of my very first story haha. Pease don't be too harsh on me, I'm still learing :D And I totally made that school name up. As far as I know, a school called SAFA does not exist and neither does a photographer called Mario Aguerre. Except, of course in my head XD