I wanted to know more and more about him, i wanted to become his friend, but more importantly I wanted him to like me. He was sitting there with his eyes wide open as if we were having a staring contest and the whole time i didnt want to look away, he was mine now. So I began to speak,

"How old are you?"

"I'm eight"

"Six"

"Really, then you can..."

He broke our stare for the first time and turn his head away, I think he was blushing, he just kept looking down

"I can what?"

He looked back at me and his eyes we flaring with determiantion

"Call me Oppa"

"What?"

He started me and i fell backwards, No one has ever wanted to be my oppa before. How do answer that? Did he mean my big brother oppa my protector or oppa my lover. What should I do, What should I say? He got up suddenly.

"Im... Im sorry I didnt mean

"YES!!"

I stood up right after him, but this time i wasnt trembling like I usually do when talking. He muttered,

"Huh?"

"Ji Young Oppa"

We stood in silence for a while, but he began to smile like he just achieved a goal he want to pass for a long time. We sat down and started to talk more about our lifes, he lives with just his dad and told him that my mom is sick and that I never see her anymore. We played games like who can guess what color the other was thinking, he was horrible at the game, he always chose green.

It was night time and no one has tried to get him to go home. I think the men got drunk and pass out but I never went down to check becuase I wanted to spend every moment with Kwon Ji Young.... Oppa.

Midnight passed and it began to rain, random rain fall wasnt a stranger to our area, then lighting started to happen and as the first strike struckin ji young ran as fast as he could and hid under the bed. He was wimpering like he was deathy scare of loud noises. I crawled to the bed and looked under it, he was curled up into a ball with his eyes closed shut, crying.

I reach my hand to his head, that was the only thing i could touch since he was so far back. I began to play with his hair and petting him, we were both so tired that we fell asleep in that position. I was on the floor with my hand under the bed now touching his face.

When we woke up, he was holding my hand and we stayed in that postion untill the door open and someone came in.