Chapter 5

It looks like I will never find someone like him, the way he styles his hair, the way he his lips after the sweet, yet bitter juice, the way his eyes glimpses when his friend gives him a piece of chocolate. I would like to be the one feeding him with sweets, I would like to be the one who would always brighten his gloomy days. I would like to be the one who can hold him tightly and whisper “I love you” over and over again until he kisses me to shut up. I would like to be the one, yet I am not.

“And he is in love, I think” Mir talked to himself, he was curious as always and decided that one scribble will make his curiousness go away, but not. It had been a good whole month since he found it without a name on it and it was too late to give to the librarian. He sighed again, it was Friday – three and forty five in the afternoon and Mir had nowhere to go. His friend is staying with his boyfriend, doing what kind of things alone. Sometimes I feel like I’m the third wheel. Signing for the nth time this day and doing nothing since it was Friday, Mir decided it was best to do something before he could explode from boredom – the question is what to do?

I like him.

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Should I just talk to him?

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No, he will think you are ert and you have work to do.

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I think I should just forget about him. Yes I think I should forget him.

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I think he just looked at me – no this can’t be happening it’s my imagination that’s it – it’s my imagination.

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I like him.

One, after another and another Mir kept himself not to look at the little scribbles in the diary, it’s not his, but why does he keeps opening every page just to look at what this person had written. He didn’t intend to look at his privacy, but every time he looks at another page he just can’t stop – it’s like this person is a teenager like him, but even it is a girl or boy in his school there are too many people who have diaries – but this one in particular is very strange it’s neat and unknown.

Mir thought at first that maybe the diary belongs to a girl, but a specific line had caught his eyes in the next page and couldn’t keep his eyes of off it.

I’m gay.

His phone vibrated in his pocket getting him out of the trance. So he is gay, huh! Who is this guy he has fallen in love with? His phone buzzed to live for another minute before going off, Mir knew who it was so he didn’t need to answer it – eventually the one who called him will show up in front of his house in a matter of seconds. Mir got up as he headed to the front door when his phone vibrated again – for him it was odd his friend to call twice when he was expecting him as usual in front of his apartment. After short thinking he answered his phone without looking at the ID.

“Hey hyung would you come with us? There is a new coffee shop and Youngjae wanted to try it, I heard they could make your favorite cake.”

When it comes to cake and mangas Mir would be in nine clouds, he loves these things more than his actual friends.

“Okay, I’ll come. Where it is?”

“You know