In the Monday morning, I was sitting neatly on my seat, waiting for Daehyun. I couldn’t hold my smile. I had been being this happy since I got that song. I couldn’t imagine how his response would be when I told him about that. He would be happy right? I convinced myself. I was imagining his smile while my eyes kept on looking at the class door.

Then he showed up. He walked casually like always he did. My smile widened before it disappearing right after I saw his face. He looked so down. I looked at him in worry. Our eyes met for a second before he looked away. Without a word, he put down his backpack on his seat before heading to his friends. I was sure that he was avoiding me. He came to our desk only when our teacher entered the class. I let out a deep sigh as he sat beside me.

In the middle of writing notes from the blackboard, I tried to gain my brave to talk to him, to no avail. I didn’t get any brave. So rather than talked to him directly. I wrote it on my notebook with pencil.

finally I know your song =)

He was writing lazily on his notebook when I pushed my book toward his sight, hoping he would catch my intention. And he did. I saw that he was reading it. He smiled a little before continuing his notes. I got it. He became this focus on study because of the mid test. I felt sorry for interrupting his study so I pulled my book back to me, but suddenly he stopped me. He pulled my book before writing something on it. Before I could peek at it, he pushed my book toward me with his left hand. I looked down just to see a new handwriting on it.

finally I know your song =)

after school, in the rooftop

I looked at him confusedly. But he remained on his activity. I shrugged it off. At least he responded me. After school, in the rooftop. I had to remember this. I smiled as I grabbed my eraser trying to erase our conservation before from my book. I stopped and frowning as I realized that his writings couldn’t be erased.

“Ya! I can’t believe you wrote on my book with pen.” I mumbled to myself actually. Then I realized that he heard it as he chuckled. I smiled looking at his chuckle, forgetting my angriness. I couldn’t believe that I could like his chuckle.

I found that he started to become his usual self around me. But not truly like always he was. We talked, but just about simple things. He didn’t tell any funny stories like always he did. Even though I found that his stories were weird, I missed them somehow. He also didn’t talk about his favorite television programs anymore. I could say that he loves watching television because he knew much about them. I always listened to him, his stories. Whether they were funny or not, I often found myself chuckling even laughing. All of because the way he brought those stories. I missed it.

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