Today, today was both the best and worst day of my life. Does that even make any sense?

In one point I’m sad and yet in another, I couldn’t be any happier. Funny how you can make me feel so weird; make my heart flutter in the weirdest of all possible days.

Nine days. We have nine days together and I plan to make the best of it.

My name is Kim Himchan and I couldn’t love you, Bang Yongguk, any more than I already do.

Let’s start from the beginning.

Nine days

You walked up to me, with this huge frown on your face (that totally doesn’t suit you, by the way, stop it), and stared at me. Just stared. (That’s scary too, don’t do it.)

I asked what was up, and you shook your head. It’s nothing. Yeah right.

Nine days.

That’s not nothing you idiot.

I’d known for the past four years that you might move. It’s been sort of hanging above your head, like a guillotine threatening to drop. Off with your head. Ugh, that’s a little gross, never mind.

But I regress.

Because we grew up hearing that you were moving, I didn’t think much of it. Parents liked to fib anyways, so we’d study better and stop wasting our lives. I didn’t think you were really going to move. I mean, why would you? What was ever so wrong with Seoul? - Nothing.

But today, you came up to me and told me you were moving. Moving. My best friend and other half was moving. That’s a bit like taking a part of my being and tearing it to the other part of the world, you know. It’s worse than beheading me, you know. (Your parents are inhuman.)

But it’s because of that, that I decided to ask you. I mean, I had nine days. Whether you said yes or no, it wasn’t like I’d be able to see you for too long. You were moving in exactly nine days. Climbing on the airplane and saying goodbye for heavens know how long. I’ve heard of people losing friends because of the whole moving business; there was no saying we’d be able to last even if you said yes.

You said yes though. And I could swear my heart leaped out of my chest.

Nine days. We’ll be boyfriends for nine days.

We’re at a time crunch though. Nine days isn’t nearly long enough for half the things I really want to do.

But that’s fine, I guess. We’ve known each other since only forever, right?

Nine days. Two hundred sixteen hours. Twelve thousand nine hundred sixty minutes. Seven thousand seventy seven thousand six hundred seconds.

I’ll count down from today.

Day one, our first eighty six thousand four hundred seconds.

Let’s go on a date today, Yongguk.

Our first date.