Kyungsoo's  --Everything still looks the same, the classrooms, hallways, the office, the lounge, everything.

I’ve never thought I would be back in this place. The place that holds too many memories of me.   I walk down to the hallways towards the back field. As I open the door, the warm wind of Summer welcomed me, A smile found it’s way to my lips as I take the view after my eyes.   The grass field is still the same.      September 2005   “Hello I’m Do Kyungsoo, Freshman.” I have to force a smile. This is all new for me, I’ve always heard rumors about High School, how small kid -like me- got shoved in lockers, or how freshman are always the Bullies pick.   And this rumors even scared me considering that I don’t actually have a friend who comes here. All of my elementary friends went to different High School than me which left me with nothing but myself.   “Thanks Kyungsoo, you may now sit, next person.” Mr. Kang, our homeroom teacher said.   “Kim Jongin,  First Year.”    I look up to the boy standing beside me, ’Jonging.’ that’s what he said his name is.   His skin tanner than mine, his eyes are piercing, gaze could cut you in half, his lips in a thinned line, his face expressionless.    When Mr. Kang told him to go back into his seat, I breathe in, extending my left hand towards him I smiled, “Hi Jongin, I’m Kyungsoo, let’s be friends?”    He stared at my hand for the longest, as if it’s covered with dirt, he looks up to me, I was anticipating for him to return my 'kind' gesture but insteadlook away.   Well…That’s not very nice at all.   “Well, It’s nice to meet you.” I tried to be friendly although I’m a bit offended.    --------------------   The lounge and cafeteria is too crowded, it’s way different from Elementary School. It’s like Survivors, Students fighting to be the first in line, and to get the best spot in the lounge.    So, instead of being in the middle of the chaos, I decided to head out.   Why not? The sun is up and the wind is warm, Summer is saying Goodbye.   I look around the field to see which spot is a good place to eat, when my eyes darted in the person laying flat in the middle of the ground, a cap covering his face to the brightness of the sun.   I made my way closer to the person, stopping just a few feet away when I recognize who it is.   Kim Jongin. The boy who turned me down.   His arms tucked underneath his head, I watched as his chest heaves up and down in a comfortable pace.   “Done watching?”    I dropped the sandwich in my hand startled. How did he know I’m here.   “You’re shadow…It’s covering me to the heat of the sun..” He speaks up, the cap still on his face. I stand still on my spot, not wanting to make a noise, he didn’t know who am I. He haven’t seen my face, so I have to be very quiet.    I took a step back, but unfortunately, Jongin had lifted his cap, he squinted his eyes as he sat down on the grass field.     “Kyungsoo, right?” He asked looking up.    His face is different, unlike before it looks more warmer and inviting?   “I’m sorry I wasn’t in the mood this morning.” He smiled. HE SMILED.   “Uh…” I don’t know what to say. It’s not like it’s his fault that he wasn’t in the mood this morning, I mean come on, who would want to be at school at 7 in the morning?    “Uh, yeah. That’s fine..uh.. I have to go.. Umm..yeah .. I..lunch.” Okay why can’t I speak?   Do Kyungsoo what’s happening?    My cheeks are just burning, why doesn’t he stop smiling?   “But…Isn’t that your lunch?” he asked pointing to the ground.   I looked down, just beside my right foot is the sandwich my mom had made me this morning.    Oh this is embarrassing.  I crouch down to pick it up but he stopped me by grabbing my wrist.   “It’s dirty now…Let me buy you another one?”    Warm…. Summer is ending and it’s extra warm.           I smile to the memory. This is where it all started. In this wide green field.   With another glance, I turned back inside, that grass field will always be a precious place.   As I marched down to the hallways, I took notice of the lockers, before it was just in one colour, grey.   But now, there’s three various colours, Yellow, Blue, and Red, the locker numbers are still the same though, Black and Bold font, stamp on top of each one.   “14344” It’s now Yellow.   September 2006   “Kyungsoo-ah !” Jongin screamed.   It’s embarrassing !!!!! Everyone turned their heads towards my direction, I opened my locker widely as I hid my head inside.   “D.O how’s your Summer?” He taps my shoulder.   Yeah as if he didn’t know.   “Kai, you literally lived in my house for the whole 2 months.” I said rolling my eyes.   It’s only been a year since I’ve met Kai, or before Jongin.   But our friendship just grew so fast. It was as if we’ve been friends since we were still on diapers.   “I forgot.” Kai smile shyly scratching the back of his neck.   I’ve never thought Jongin is like this. Before, when I first met him, I knew for sure that he's the bad boy type. The guy that would make a girl heart broken.    But as I become closer, I learned that he is the opposite.   Jongin is the shy type. He is not the person who will ever hurt someone’s feelings nor play with it. He loves it when people watch him dance and praise him afterwards. Jongin is soft, and that smile of him is enough for everyone to know that Kim Jongin is a nice person.   -------------   “Kyung, Wait for me in my locker after class okay? I just have to hand in my essay to Mrs. Woo.”    “Where’s your locker though?” One of the problem of first few weeks of school: memorizing and finding lockers.   “14344”   After what seems forever, I finally managed to find his locker.   14344.. Somehow it reminds me of the secret code I heard from those girls in my class.    I was still in my own world when Jongin came running, “Sorry, Mrs. Woo asked me to help her with the boxes full of textbooks.”    I smiled. Jongin maybe intimidating looking but his actually reliable.   “It’s fine. I didn’t actually wait that long. Now faster coz I’m starving.” I whined.   Kai patted my head, his habits. Maybe because I'm shorter and he thinks it's easier to pat my head than my shoulder.    “Okay, let me just put my stuff inside and---WOAH..” He stepped back as a pile of envelops and papers fall from his locker.   “Confession letters? On first day of school? Really?” He whined as he read the random names and love quotes on an envelop he picked up from the ground.   I’m used to this, last year before our freshman ended, girls and even some boys, tried to approached him and ask if his open with dating.   I thought he would agree to someone. I mean come on, almost everyone who had confessed to him is either good looking, smart, athletic, rich or the mixture of all. But Jongin declined all of them. AS IN ALL.   I watched him picked up all the letters and walk towards the bin, sensing that his gonna be doing something stupid, I quickly dash towards him standing in front of the bin, “YA-Yah what are you doing?” I asked spreading my arms to cover the bin.   “Throwing them?” he asks, his face clueless.   “I know that, but why are you throwing them?” I asked. He heaved a sigh and look me deep in my eyes, I could swear he can see through my soul.   “Because I’m not interested in any of this.” He said firm and stern.   I gulped my saliva and step back since his face was centimetres away from me.   “Well, don’t you think it’s cruel to just throw them? I mean they put their efforts to write them, at least take time reading it … maybe…just maybe you’ll have someone you’ll be interest..” I said, my eyes dropping to the ground. I hate how every time the thought of Jongin accepting a confession always makes my inside crumble, and him inching towards me doesn't help at all.   “I don’t like any of them, and I won’t like a