Remember me?
Description
Sorry, i'm from Poland, and not very well write in English, so I use a Google translator.
Foreword
In the end, I got back home. Boy in black trousers with specially sewn patches, and in the white blouse with the red model, they will stand up in front of the house door, and then turned and looked around picturesque surroundings in which he lived before left for Tokyo.
- Minnie, son, could you help me? - the voice of the mother stopped recalling his childhood at the nursery school and of a few years of the school, before his father got the job in the Japonia capital city.
The blonde man came up to the middle-aged woman and held three suitcases from it and slowly dragged them home. His brother already lounged before the television, and the father did some projects on the laptop computer. He put suitcases in the hall and then took own two and carried up the stairs into his room. Nothing sie didn't change. He put the hand to the wall on which the impressed handle was eight-year-old. The smile alone influenced his face. He lay down on the bed which still after many years was huge.
- I expected dust, of webs and everything will be sheets under great whites. I don't know who made it, but I must thank him. - he clambered out off the bed and again looked around the room.
His look stayed in a photo in the frame which two boys were about raven-black hair on. He could not remind himself whom the boy is with the charming smile and big, sincere eyes. There was a 1.09.2000 date in a photo year. The first day of the school, but I was charming at the age of seven. He giggled, and then grew more serious realizing that the boy by it isn't certainly seven years old. He was daydreaming this way with school did for oneself taking with everyone. Only the fact that this photograph was just framed into the frame on the cupboard by the bed irritated him. He took gently taking out and bent them in half so that it fit in the pocket, of his close-fitting jeans.
He left the room and headed for the kitchen, knowing that his mother is already cooking dinner, wonders never cease!, entire of kitchen was equipped with the high technology equipment and eaten. It merit of his dad.
- Umma who cleaned my room out, I thought, and even, I was sure that everywhere these white sheets will be scattering around and that what I won't touch, from it dust will be going up.
-A gardener probably did it. - said mixing up with spoon something in the pot.
- Really? - did open his mouth widely alone?
-Tak.-she replied throwing some spice.
- It ide to thank him.
- Or for her. - a brother shouted from the fair.
Taemin thought and took one rose from the bunch on the table, and then went out. He went behind the house and saw the large apple tree in the distance on the hill. Under her some person sat, could not determine the from so distant, but was sure that that person has a bit of a long hair which only just they tormented to shoulders. He went up closer being a flower holding in his hand. After a moment he was already under the tree, where sat, and rather than that in a sitting position a boy slept. Black-haired man, dressed into jean gardeners, on cheeks were seen slight blushes from tiredness, and threw long eyelashes to not a shadow. At the secondary school, alone their view filled the full marvellous mouth which more than one girl certainly tasted of it with delight. He had no shirt under this dress so exactly one could see both muscular shoulders and the gently exposed chest.
Young he leaned over it and gently will prod him into the shoulder. nothing. Again he moved it.
- I apologise. - said in addition loud will clear their throat so that he wakes up.
Eyes of the black-haired man slowly opened, watched them and was sure that from somewhere he knows them. The boy woken up looked at it, and the blonde man acknowledged that he could already say.
- I apologise, but whether you don't know who took up - pointed coming loose in the direction of his house - with that building in absentia of my family? - when he already turned, the boy stood right away behind him.
- Yes, it was I. - he smiled, and Taemin already cleared face, at least a tanned Mexican, or some girl hoped that it will be. Alone he didn't already know what sense of direction he had. - I am Minho. - they will stretch the hand out towards the boy.
- Taemin. - will hug warm, big hand. With blushes on the face he gave him the rose. - he thanks, that you got rid of this dust and with the whole of it of everything. - he felt stupid saying it because the boy still watched him.
Alone he watched him. Beautiful big eyes, beautiful mouth, black hair. Boy from the photograph! Quickly he took out troche bent removing from the pocket and watched the boy. Yes, it is he.
- You don't remember me, true? - grabbed him gently by the beard so that he looked at it. - you kissed with it is me of your first day of the school.
It isn't known what tempted both of them to do it again and to remember this day. Then again they tasted their soft and sweet mouth, puki they didn't run short of air.
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