Too tired to think of another place to vent out my frustrations, I decided to just sit outside the convenience store. Then I realized it was so cold, what was the temp again? -10 degrees? As if that would matter. I just wished I brought my gloves and scarf.

Or stayed inside the studio, try to make friends.

Or eat chicken ginseng soup with my members.

Or practiced alone back in the dorm.

Or practically be anywhere else but outside this stupid convenience store, waiting to just freeze to death.

This day was so awful I could cry right here, right now.

*thud thud*

I was so lost in my thoughts I almost didn’t notice that someone was handing me a drink, a chocolate milk drink. I instinctively looked up.

Thai boy.

It was Ten.

I was so taken aback that I probably just stared at him for a minute or 2. He raised an eyebrow at me and put the drink in between my hands, without saying anything.

“T-Thank you.” I finally found my voice and thanked him in korean. It feels kind of weird to talk to another thai in korean but hell, it seemed like he didn’t understand me whenever I tried to speak to him in my mother language.

“Mm.” He murmured under his breath. It was probably his way of acknowledging my thanks. He sat down and took a sip at his own drink. It was the same as mine.

Actually, I always see him drinking this, every morning or just outside the studio in between breaks or even after the rehearsals.

I looked at the milk drink then it hit me, “Oh, how much?” He looked at me and raised an eyebrow again (and I’m starting to hate it by the way, makes me feel stupid), and looked away, completely ignoring my question.

Okay, now I feel stupid. It was free, his treat.

I reluctantly punched in the straw and took a sip. “Nice.” I blurted out. He didn’t say anything but I think I saw the corner of his lips curved upwards.

Damn this Thai boy. Anyway, I’m not sure if I’m happy he’s here with me sitting outside in the cold because frankly, I’m not in the mood for a conversation. Oh well, I’ll just wait until he says or asks me something and then I’ll answer as brief as I could.

But he didn’t say anything.

I waited and he didn’t say anything.

It was kind of relieving that he seemed to be comfortable with the silence as much as I am.

So we just sat there in silence, enjoying the cold night and our drinks.

His seat was positioned a little bit in front of mine so I caught a glimpse of his side profile; he was good-looking alright but I think his greatest asset was the vibe he was giving off, even without even saying anything.

After a few more minutes, he stood up. “See ya.” He said in a low casual tone, I almost didn’t notice he said anything.

“See you.” I answered back though he probably didn’t hear it.

And just like that, I was alone again in the cold.

But this time, I realized something.

Sitting outside the convenience store wasn’t so bad, after all.