Something in Kibum snapped after that he began to go to the boxing ring and he learned how to box. He gave boxing everything he had, he would practice so much he would be so tired he couldn’t even eat. That worried me because I didn’t understand why he would do something like that all of a sudden. He even started to take pictures less and less almost nothing could distract him from the ring.

He talked about boxing all the time and would bring me to his practices a lot and brag about all the new moves he was learning. It was unnerving for me to see him this way the sweet Kibum I had known before seemed to be disappearing before my very eyes. I wanted the Kibum who do extra chores around his house and mine so he could get some extra money to save up for any camera he could get his hands on.

Nine months later, I was thirteen and Kibum was fourteen I decided to do something about the ‘new’ Kibum. I went to his house and walked upstairs to his room and found him shirtless hitting the punching bag. He was developing strong arm muscles and a six pack. He was absorbed in the punching he didn’t even notice me there. I picked up his camera and sighed a thin layer of dust had began to form on something not long ago he held very dear.

I went to his closet and pulled out a box and carefully but loudly placed his photography stuff in the box. This quickly caught Kibum’s attention.

“What are you doing Rachel?” He asked me confused as he noticed me ‘not’ paying him attention and continuing to place his things into the box.

“Your mom asked me to come over and pack this sense all you care about is boxing now.” I said standing up with box of his precious cameras.

“Wait you can’t just take my stuff without my permission Rachel.” Kibum said as he took a couple steps in my direction to take the box from me.

“Why? I mean it’s not like you care what happens to it anyway. All you care about is boxing.” I said I couldn’t help but notice Kibum stood a little more rigid after that when I looked him in the eye I couldn’t help but notice he was very upset.

“Y-You don’t understand anything Rachel!” His eyes flashed with anger as he took the box from my hands and placed the box back on his bed.

“Kibum…” I started to say but Kibum wasn’t looking at me just the box of his beloved cameras. He let out a heavy sigh and shook his head.

“Just go away Rachel…” If he said anything after that, I don’t know because I ran into Hyung Joon’s room and found him playing video games.

“How was it with Kibum?” he asked looking up from his video games to look at me as I sat beside him. I let out a mirthless laugh as I picked up a controller.

“He told me to just go away.” I told him earning a small nod from my favorite Oppa.

“Well whenever he tells you to go away feel free to come here. We’ll make sure to make my brother jealous.” And the two of us began to play Mario Cart.

For the next six months after the scene in his bedroom, me and Kibum began to drift apart. We still would hang out a lot but it wasn’t the same. Hyung Joon told me I just needed to give Kibum time and everything would be back to normal. ‘Normal’ what is normal? Normal was Kibum sitting beside me in class and helping me with questions I didn’t understand. Normal was me sending Kibum an instant message in the middle of the night complaining I wanted instant noodles and telling him to go buy me some. Nothing had been normal sense Kibum started boxing.

One day Kibum came over to my house with a ticket after the two of exchanged glances for a few seconds he handed it to me.

“I um have a boxing match coming up against um Alex Turner and I want you to be there. It would um mean a lot to me if you decided to come.” Kibum’s gaze faltered a little bit before once again looking to me for my approval. I smiled at him and nodded I would be there. I had been stupid to think Kibum wouldn’t develop new interest in his life.

When Kibum left I looked at the ticket it told me the date, the time and the place. I nodded to myself once again before closing the door I would be there.