(discovered this song randomly..and it kinda fit the chap...hey, even the title fits...xD)     Just another summer, the season where Kwanghee would either became too talkative or snappy, because of the muggy weather he's never fond of. Although last year he was too busy spending time with his buddy Junyoung on any indoor skating rinks or any waterparks to keep him cold whenever he's free or couldn't stand the sun. As much as I hate to be left out, I'd rather spend time quietly alone rather than being the third wheel in their dates that would cause angry glares from my friend the whole time. No, I was not being bitter, I just...started to think that maybe we needed some gaps, space between us. Of course, I'm a dull person. Sooner or later he would get bored of being stuck with just me.   In fact, last year I found a new interest while making casual visits to Kwanghee's house when he's not at home to help his mother in the kitchen while keeping her company. At least i wouldn't be bored to death lying on bed staring at the ceiling fan spinning the whole day. She would nag about how Kwanghee was so lazy and would rather go out play than help her at home and she would ask why I didn't follow them to play. But after a few times, she stopped asking and just welcomed my company and sometimes asked me to taste her new creations.   I wouldn't lie that it did hurt a little, whenever I saw him back home, looking all too cheerful and sometimes not even seemed to notice I was there and would just go straight into his room. But I tried to smile it off anyway. I could handle his coldness, because eversince that winter, I knew how much he actually cared for me and loved me as his friend. He sacrificed for me. What I didn't know and wanted to know was why that love would never be transferred into actions  nor words whenever we hang out together. He was as cold as ever with only few words to spare me, except when he was being angry or excited about something and had to let it out without having anyone else to listen. He knew I would listen.     He was not wrong.     It's kind of ridiculous that even after five years being here, I still hadn't make any other new friend who don't just exchange greetings or have small talk about homeworks, but...you know, real friends, who would chat, have activities together, the way I do with Kwanghee. Though most times, it was just me watching Kwanghee doing whatever he wanted to do and keeping him company. I guess I've gotten too accustomed to depend on him. That, honestly wasn't something I'd be proud of, especially when sometimes I hear people making fun of us. Luckily Kwanghee had his way with handling nasty remarks. I never felt too bad anyway. I guess, I never really felt like I belonged there, whenever I was at school. So, I didn't mind the negativities. Well, I tried to not think of it too much.       Last summer, my parents dropped by for a short visit when they had business trip in Korea. But because Kwanghee was busy with his outing, i never got to introduced him to them anyway. They looked better than the last time I saw them. And it scared me to realized that there was no overwhelming feelings I thought would wash over me when I finally get to see them. I felt good, but that was it. They didn't even stay for the night but they did ask about my well being here and mentioned about taking me home once their new business venture work out. Honestly, I felt nothing, maybe because I've heard about this numerous times. But the words that were supposed to be comforting still managed to produce an uncomfortable squirm in my stomach.     As much as I would hate to be a bad son and person, I hoped it would take them a long, long time, to take me back to Australia.       That, was the story of last summer. This summer however, was something different, again. As you'd have expect, with Kwanghee, nothing is certain, predictable or trite. He always has his way of bringing something new and surprise people. Well, at least I was surprised, when he suddenly showed interest in baking. Something I never thought he would ever be interested in. And the stranger thing was, he refused to let me join him for the baking class at school, leaving even less time to be spent together, when we're already in different class.   "Is there...anyone interesting...well, at your baking class?" I couldn't contain my curiosity. I wondered if he's interested in any girl again and wouldn't let me know this time. Afterall, ever since Krystal, he never showed interest in any girl again. It was even surprising that he lost interest for Krystal after quitting the ballet class. Well, it's all the better anyway, he doesn't deserve such a .     "Are you crazy?" His usual answer.   I shrugged and smiled as he left for his baking lesson.       "Hey, dude...we're having audition for Archery club. Annual sports events are coming soon and you know, we're also recruiting new members for inter-schools competition, for those qualified."   I looked up from the cooking book I was reading, and realized I didn't even had to tilt my head upwards too much, he wasn't as tall as I imagined when I heard him talking just now. The sun was shining too brightly above my head so I had to squint my eyes to see him, but from his physique, he's like one of those typical sportsman guys who probably spend most time at school doing...uhm, sports, working out, stuffs. Even down to his sleeveless shirt to show off his defined biceps and triceps and his sportsmen headband, and... What was he asking me again? Oh, right, something about sports.   "Uhm, thank you, but I'm not..." interested. Yes, that was what I was about to tell him.    "I think you're qualified. In fact, I think you'd do great in this sport. Maybe this is your calling."   "Actually I..."   "I've been watching you for a long time. And trust me, I have good eyes at finding hidden talents. Come to the try-out at the archery arena, tomorrow evening, at five. My name is Kim Dongjun, president of Archery Club." He extended a firm handshake with a confident smile and I introduced myself. There were many things I wanted to ask him. Like, what made him so sure I could be good at the sport when in reality I've never been really active in any physical activities. And what does he meant by he had been watching me for a long time? Why? It bothered me a lot because I was just that kid nobody would notice in school. So, I felt really curious. But I didn't want to ask in the way that would make him felt like I was accusing him as a creeper, though he did sound like one.     "Dongjun oppa!"    The shriek stopped me from asking anything and it didn't even took a blink for the owner of the voice to fled past me right into Dongjun's arms. She was holding a cake in her hand and shoved it towards Dongjun's face but he swiftly dodged the cream from staining his face.   "Uhh, this is Sunhwa, my girlfriend."   "Hi." She gave a quick wave before shoving the cake to him again and I tried to scoot away from the bench as she pulled him to sit down. I was actually waiting for Kwanghee, or I'd have left the place. I didn't even know why he would even introduce his girlfriend to me. Odd.   I thanked the high heavens when Kwanghee arrived shortly, even with a grumpy face no less. But I was more than ready to walk home with him, it'd be better if he's upset about something. At least he would have something to vent about. I bowed at the couple, even though I was sure they wouldn't even notice since the girlfriend was busy trying to feed the boy.   "Kevin ssi, don't forget tomorrow. I really hope you'd come."   I just smiled awkwardly, but the girlfriend seemed surprised all of a sudden, and as we left the place and I kept my curious gaze on Kwanghee, I caught her voice grumbling. "It's that weird guy in baking class."   Kwanghee didn't seem bothered at all, nor did he looked like he even noticed her. But her comment on him kept my mind rolling, trying to figure out what could've happened there at the baking class that made him look dispirited. Sunhwa seems like one of those girly girls with her long coloured permed hair and makeups. There were probably plenty of them there. Could he be crushing on one of them? No, that couldn't be. If he's interested in a girl, he wouldn't have that solemn moody look on his face even if she treated him badly. Then, could he be crushing on a girl who already had a boyfriend? Like...Sunhwa? But...he didn't even seem to notice her just now. If it's not girl, then what? I desperately want to know, but he was silent without any topics to talk about.   "So, umm, what cake did you bake in class today?"   He sent me a glare that seemed to contain... anger? I thought he wouldn't answer me, but he did. Though not of the sort I would expect.   "Who's that kid just now? You're going to some audition?"   "Audition? No." I started to laugh it off before I noticed his frown grew darker. Did I say something wrong?   "Oh...you mean Dongjun? Well, he asked me to have try-out for Archery Club but it's not like I..."   "You should try, who knows you might like it?" He shrugged nonchallantly without even looking at me before increasing his speed as we reached near our homes. I could only let out a sigh as I watched him slammed the door behind him, without even a goodbye. Was he angry at me? Or did he really meant what he said just now? The image of smiling Dongjun and his convincing persuasive speech came flashing back. But now, more importantly, I needed to know what's wrong with Kwanghee. Not knowing anything else to do, I decided to whip up a dish to be brought to his house. I only found apples inside the fridge, so apple pie it is.       "Yah, Kevinie, how nice of you. My, this pie looks like an art. No wonder Kwanghee's jealous of you."   Kwanghee? Jealous of me? But why would he?   As if reading my facial expression like an open book, the lady shook her head and laughed lightly. "Why else would you think he suddenly got into baking class?