Byun Baekhyun, that’s my name. I’m a high school student, in my
senior year, right before university. I’m mostly known as Park Chanyeol’s best friend, well, ex best friend – that is. I don’t really
know what happened, he joined a band and then suddenly, friends no more. He changed and I stayed the same, boring old Baekhyun. I dropped to the lowest of the lows for someone in high school –
bullied and hit, anything along those lines. But then I met him, Kim Jongin - a transfer student, who became friends with Chanyeol after a
few days, and I was like his secret…

But that wasn’t the end of it.

"- “You shouldn’t sleep outside.” He says and I shrug, starting to eat again. He’s out of his uniform and he looks different, but the same, all at the same time.

“How’d you know I was here?” I ask and Jongin smiles a little, shrugging his shoulders. I frown and lean back a bit, playing with my chopsticks.

“I didn’t, I was inside and saw you sitting here, so I came out. It’s late; did you just come from school?” He asks and I nod my head once, sighing softly.

“I fell asleep, and woke up a few minutes ago.” I answer and Jongin lets out a soft chuckle, I kick his shin softly, more of a tap and he laughs more. I can’t help but smile. We sit, drinking and eating, talking and even laughing.

I haven’t felt like this in a while, this freedom to smile and laugh – to talk even. I haven’t had someone to do this with in such a long time.

I finish my noodles and we start to walk, it gets later, by the time we get to the lights to cross the road it’s almost eleven. I look at Jongin and he glances at me, then back at the lights. In the light of the moon and street lamps, his hair radiates and his features look milky, I stare at him for a moment, and he starts to walk across the road, I follow, in some sort of trance. There’s a pit in my stomach and it’s filled with nervous butterflies, it’s an odd feeling. Jongin walks me all the way home and when we get to the front door, his arms wrap around my shoulders in a sort of awkward hug, awkward because it’s suddenly so hot and I’m sure my cheeks are red.

I thank all sorts of gods for the fact it was too dark to see. Jongin lets go of me and says goodbye, walking away as I mumble my own bye. I watch him go and shake my head before entering my house, closing the door and leaning against it as my heart races and I'm alone. I wait for a moment before I go to my room, not stopping until I get there, I fall onto my bed and stare into space, falling asleep after a while. "