First Chapter: D-470

It was quarter past seven when I woke up on my bed, the light entering the window and blinding my eyes. I could barely open them and was squinting hard so as to check the time. Seeing that it was still too early, I decided to sleep again. The second time I awoke, lunch time had already passed and I could already hear the deafening noise of the people living below my apartment unit. Everyday, it seemed that my friend, who is also the  landlord, had a habit of waking everyone up with his constant bickering with his husband. 

“Get your a$$ here, Kang Daniel!” 

“Shut up! I told you I don’t wanna hear anymore of your jokes!”

Minding my own business, I got up from the bed and prepared my late breakfast. It wasn’t long enough until my mind flew back to the guy I met last night- the reason why I couldn’t sleep at all. His eyes were hypnotizing, it was mysterious but at the same time you could tell they were innocent. I’ve never felt as self-conscious as when I was with him. Every time his shoulders brushed onto mine, I could feel my face heat up a bit. Thinking about it, I wondered where he went after I reached the apartment. It seemed as if he just stayed under the waiting shed of my building right after. It quite didn’t feel right as I thought about the man last night. Who was he waiting for? What was he doing in my apartment building? Part of me wanted to check on him, but I knew it would be absurd if he was still there.

I went on my day normally, in front of the computer to work part-time. I’ve been teaching english to koreans kids online for the past 3 months so I could earn extra bucks for whatever I wanna buy. It isn’t really hard to teach though, I usually spend around 5-6 hours a day and teach kids for 30 mins each. It’s also a great opportunity to spend my day productively than just lie down in bed.

Dinner came and I went down to grab a cup of ramen once again. I took my keys and locked the door as I decided to stay at the convenience store for dinner to free me from cleaning up after. Going down the stairs, I noticed a familiar figure, once again, sitting on the floor. I need not look at it carefully to know who it was. As absurd as it may sound, the man whom I met yesterday was there again, although technically not at the same place. Thoughts of what might his situation may be ran across my mind. Was he perhaps homeless? I went closer to him to get his attention, however failed to do so. His knees were bent to his chest and were supported by his arms while his back was leaning on the yellow walls of my apartment buildin