The tall male, with caramel brown and blonde colored hair stood from the bench, putting his towel around his neck. Jonghyun hadn’t worked out in the gym in forever, so he was sweating more than average. He took his hand and pushed the hair out his eyes, heading for the shower room. When he walked in, it was full of mist, from the steamy showers. The gym was always packed. People had to keep up their image.

   He was walking casually until he bumped into a shorter but firmer figure. Jonghyun was reflected back and landed first on the tiled floor. The taller, black short haired male got all wide eyed and apologetic as he held his hand out, helping him back up. “Yo, I’m sorry, didn’t see ya there.” He said.

   Jonghyun smiled and nodded, then when he finally got a good glance at the boy, he noticed he had his arms full of food, and had some type of candy on a stick, that looked like sparkly rocks, but they were colorful, and blue in his hand. The boy smiled all big and cheesy like. “Sorry,” he laughed nervously, “I wasn’t looking where I was walking.” Jonghyun shrugged it off. “Same here…uhhhh, I’m Jonghyun.” He gave an awkward smile as he shoved out his hand to shake his. The boy made a piece sign with fingers and laughed, “Cool name, you can call me G-D”

   “Uhhhh, G-D??? Is that your real name?” Obviously it wasn’t but he still asked to be polite. G-D smiled and laughed, “Of course not.” Jonghyun was confused, “Then what is it?” G-D shrugged, “Guess you’re going to have to find out, aren’t ya?” he smiled as he bit the candy off the stick and munched it down, and swallowed. He waved at him, “Well see ya when you get out.” He walked passed him, and out the door. That kid was different, giving his fake name, nick name or whatever. Jonghyun shrugged it off, and headed to the showers. He smelled repulsively like sweat.

   His shower seemed to have lasted forever. Though, he was actually only in there for 10 minutes. When he got out, everyone was gone, for once. He walked over to the longer isle of lockers and found his. Number 612. He unlocked his pad lock that locked his door, and took it off, opening the small door. He pulled out his pants and shoved them on above his boxers. He towel dried his hair, making it all shaggy and messy. He shook his head violently, letting it fall back in place. He smiled in the reflection of the small mirror in his locker. He was a ladies man alright. He had everything to prove it too.

   He shoved his white tank on and zipped up his grey hoodie. He finally headed back out the door, towards the entrance, hanging his bag over his right shoulder. As he headed out the door, it was a bit chilly. It was mid November after all. Jonghyun let out the loudest, shrillest scream he could, as he was turned around, by hands on his shoulders.

   “Woah, chill out gorgeous, it’s only me. I don’t want to be the cause of your disfigured face.” G-D laughed. “D-Disfigured face?” Jonghyun turned red of embarrassment. G-D only laughed. “Haven’t you ever heard that saying? Where if you keep your face one way it’ll get stuck.” Jonghyun’s face was priceless. He still looked like he saw a ghost. “What exactly are you doing outside of here?” He asked, feeling only slightly awkward. “Waiting for you, like I said.” G-D smiled big. Jonghyun sighed. “Riiight, I forgot…look I hate to spoilyour happy go lucky mood, but I have to catch the bus, it’s gonna be the last one for the next two hours, and as you can see, it’s not exactly sitting outside weather.”

   G-D looked a bit duller. “Oh…heh, okay.” Jonghyun sideways smiled. “Yea, sorry, but I gotta run. Maybe I’ll see you around. “Wait!” G-D called, pulling on his wrist. He looked him in the eye, getting closer. Jonghyun blushed at the closeness. G-D laughed softly, but nervously, and placed his lips gently on top of his. Then, as soon as it happened they parted. When Jonghyun came back to realization, G-D was gone. He blinked hard. He turned towards the bus stop, and started to walk easily against the cold wind. Then, as he shoved in his cold fingers, into the pockets of his hoodie, he pulled out a piece of paper. It was a small ripped piece that read in black perfect ink; Kwon Ji Yong. And right below that, was a phone number. He shoved it back into his pocket, holding it so it doesn’t fly out, and smiled softly, looking up, as he saw small snowflakes start to fall and cover the earth he lived on.

THE END