(A/N: Hello world and all who inhabit it! This took me about 2 months to complete .___. Ugh, writing is so hard all of a sudden. I wanted to incoporate some "juicy" moments in here, but instead those moments came out awkward lol. Hope it's not too bad.)

I silently sat in my apartment, the only sounds coming from the flipping pages of a magazine I was reading. I was quickly growing impatient waiting for Amber to come from school. She had texted me saying that she would be late because of after school activities. To think, me, a twenty-four-year-old critique blogger would be desperately waiting for their eighteen-year-old high school kid girlfriend to come visit them.

I sighed, my patience growing thin. I occupied my thoughts on an art magazine that I’ve been subscribed to for a long time now. I had been planning on writing a review for the magazine at some point. I also chewed on a piece of bubble gum, filling it up with air every now and then to hear it pop and disrupt the silence in the room.

“Kyuhyun, I’m here!” She came bursting through the door. She was panting, and though it’s no longer warm at this time of day she had a bead of sweat running down her cheek. I smiled at the sight. Her ability to always work hard for the little things, such as seeing me even after being exhausted from school, makes me fond over her even more.

I motioned her over to sit beside me. She obediently listened without saying a word. Once she was at eye level, I took the sleeve of my shirt to wipe the sweat off her face.

She grinned that cheerful grin of hers. “Thanks.” Through my sleeves, I could feel her chilled face.

I blew a bubble.

“Want some gum?” I asked her, her eyes twinkled in response, so I took that as a yes.

I leaned forward, cupping her chin, and placing my lips on hers. I used my tongue to smoothly open wide enough to slip the gum into . She grew a deep shade of red after the deed was done.

She looked at me with an unimpressed look on her face. “All the flavor’s already gone,” she said, but continued to chew the gum anyway.

How did we even meet in the first place? I’m antisocial and usually always stuck in my apartment: basically a neet in some respect. Let’s just say that I didn’t leave my apartment for almost two weeks when I got a call from the post office complaining that my mailbox was overflowing and they’ll stop delivering my mail if I don’t empty it out. It took plenty of self-motivation to step foot out that door into a blinding light that I hadn’t seen in ages.

I turned the key into the lock, thinking that the post office was definitely over exaggerating.

The mail fell out all at once. It was one of those “what a drag” moments because of the thought of having to bend down and collect all the fallen mail.

Out of nowhere, a short-haired girl jumped in front of me in attempt to catch the papers. I blinked, astonished at this random appearance. I hadn’t had an encounter with a person in ages, and now all of a sudden there was one right in front of me. She clumsily picked up my mail and I was hesitant to say a word.

“Hey, you dropped a few things,” she spoke first, handing the mail to me. Is it common for people to comment on something that obviously just happened? That was honestly the first thing I thought. She came across to me as dimwitted, yet energetic. And that somehow caught my attention.

“Y-yeah, thanks.” It was all I could say at the time.

Anyway, that’s how it all started. After that day I unconsciously stepped out of the comforts of my home to grab the mail in hopes to see her again. Luck was on my side and eventually we started to greet each other, greeting led to conversations, and conversations led to how our relationships is now. I don’t exactly remember who confessed first. I just knew at one point our feelings for each other were mutual and now here we are: we’re dating.

Well, I was kind of skeptical at the beginning of our relationship. I felt like my feelings were one-sided because as I was always anxious to see her, she seemed to be able to keep her cool and remain her bright, cheery self when with me. I thought that she’d never be able to see me as anything more than a neighbor who she’d occasionally talk to when getting the mail. But besides that, I’m six years older and she’s still a high school student.

Somewhere along the way I lost composure. It was raining and Amber misplaced her key to her apartment. Her parents were out and weren’t going to be home for a while. She knocked on my door and asked to take shelter in my apartment until her parents got back. Deep down I was thanking the universe for that opportunity.

As we waited in my home, we had a light conversation on meaningless things. That light conversation escalated quickly.

“You’re such a kid.”

“I’m not a kid. I’m an adult.”

“Then do you want to talk about some adult things?”

“Sure.”

I remember having a hard time trying not to burst out into laughter.

“Well, if you insist.” I pulled her into my chest, my hand hugging the lower part of her back, and then whispered lewd comments directed towards her. Her face turned into one of a shock for a brief second before she harshly punched my arm to back away.

“Okay I get it! If that’s what an adult is all about, then I’m fine with being a kid.” She crossed her arms over chest as if she was having a tantrum.

I smiled, “You’re such a kid.”

I did reflect on my actions after that incident. I thought that though I whispered those things to her as a mere joke, I understood how I could’ve possibly overstepped the boundaries of our relationship.

“Hey, are you listening?” Amber nudged my arm. My thoughts came back to the present.

“Uh, well--,” I grew flustered.

“It’s alright. I was just talking about how I wanted to do adult things, but you weren’t listening,” she spoke shrugged innocently.

I pinched her cheek. “Don’t joke about that kind of thing, or else one day I’ll really do something.”

“Pfft!” She laughed wholeheartedly.

I sometimes would wonder what my life would be like if I hadn’t met her. I’d probably still be locked up in my room, having no interactions with people. I definitely wouldn’t be as happy as I am now.

I smiled back at her and wondered: When will the next time be where I’ll overstep boundaries?