Joshua (Jisoo)
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I saw him again today. Left hand stuffed in his pant's pocket while scrolling through a playlist (I imagined) on his ipod with his right; shoulders slightly slouched as he attempted to use his bangs to block out a little more of the sunlight glaring on the screen. From an angle, slightly behind, but not too far away, I could somewhat see his side visage. And though I wasn't offered much, I soaked up what I could for the short time-period I had ... before he climbed into his girlfriend's car. As I watched the vibrantly red Kia Soul disappear down the road, before I could silently curse the heavens for making such a handsome, perfect being and making him almost exclusively unavaiable (especially to the likes of me, a male), Seokmin popped out of no where to congratulate me on a successful first week. Only if he had known half the inner turmoil I had been put through these past 5 days. But I didn't mention a word of that; I simply smiled, said my thanks, and told him of my few, mini adventures — which were nothing, practically, so the subject was changed rather quickly. On our walk home, Seokmin yapped on and on and on about his usual teenage dilemmas, or achievements ... like getting some 'hot chick's' phone number. By the time we reached my house, I was prepared to tear my ears right off and set them aside for the rest of the day. No offence to Seokmin, he's a great guy and all, but I had never met a person, nonetheless a guy, who could talk the way he did and never grow tired. It was exhausting, truly, for me, especially when (again, no offence) half the things he said were just a lot of nonsensical babbling. Sometimes I really do wish I had some magical duck-tape that I could tape to his mouth, without his clamoring and protesting (I don't imagine he would willingly let me duck-tape his mouth; I figure if you talk this much, you gotta love talking, right?)

"Alright, so, I'll see you tomorrow?" He inquired. 

"Yup, 9 o'clock, breakfast at Suji's." I replied, stepping onto the front porch of my house with my left hand holding the one strap slung over my shoulder and my right gripping the door knob eagerly. And with that, we shared our goodbyes; I walked inside and Seokmin went 5 houses down across from my side of the street. First thing before I would begin on my buttload of homework, I went to the fridge to snag myself a bottle of green tea. Glued to the outside of the fridge by a thin, black magnet was a note from my mom explaining how she was going to be home late. As usual, she was taking the night-shift. Pulling the note from the fridge, I crumbled it up and threw it away without another thought, grabbed my green tea, a bag of pretzles, and locked myself in my room for the rest of the night. That night, I had my first dream in at least 5 years .. and I'll be damned .. Choi Hansol was there; bright, toothy, white smile, slightly tousled brown hair, and my name whispered, cascading from his thin, pink lips in a voice as soft and velvety as I imagined it would be. Him ... me ... it was completely and utterly perfect ... until I woke up.