𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆 || seongsang

XXXI

I admired Seonghwa like a lovesick fool as he stander one of the trees in the hostel's huge front yard in the distance, busily sketching, his legs crossed, a spare pencil tucked above his ear, hiding but not really hiding from the sun. It was quite warm out today, so Seonghwa was sporting a loose tank top and shorts.

Today was a great sunny day plus a Sunday, and so naturally, we were all out of our rooms and enjoying the day.

Of course, the others always did enjoy a Sunday or the free time after classes, unlike me, who just loves to stay tucked in the confines of my room but had been dragged out by the two boys who ere my friends, Wooyoung even teasing me that I needed to see the sun because I was paler than a vampire.

San and Wooyoung always loved to play footie and were doing that just now. Wooyoung finally blocking a hit and cutting past, and then hitting a perfect goal, immaturely stuck his tongue out a San, his boyfriend on the opposite team who playfully frowned in response, narrowing his eyes at the feather haired boy as he stepped closer, both boys playfully glaring each other down, their foreheads pressed together now.

Ugh, just fuck already!

I laughed to myself, adjusting in my spot in front of the football field where I was watching my friends play. The had of course asked me to join countless times, but I always declined.

Yeah, right. I trip ove my own two feet. what made them think I could use the feet actually maneuver and kick a ball?

I was one of the few other spectators siting by the sidelines and not playing, while all the other boys were actively taking part in the game, switching up the teams and adding more payers after every game.

I occasionally looked up from writing in my journal and observed, and when I felt the small audience beside me cheer in my peripheral vision, I looked up towards the field to catch the moment.

I was I was writing this account of today's memorable day and also working on my letter to Seonghwa at the same time.

Yes, a letter to Seonghwa in which I was going to talk more about my feelings. I still felt so giddy that Seonghwa returned my feelings just a tad when it seemed so ludicrous.

But a small, rational part of me was still afraid that it might be too good to be true. That Seonghwa just be cheering me up by saying that he found me admirable and had a crush on me, and that he still thought of me of the tithe deaf kid when he had convinced me that he didn't.

Old habits die hard though.

But I keep smothering down that stupid rational Yeosang and let the romantic and horny Yeosang, who wants to take the sexy Art teacher, have control.

And I was still buzzing over the gorgeous drawing Seonghwa had made for me. Of me. Just me. It depicted everything that Seonghwa had put in his words.

I had that drawing tapped to my ceiling so I stared at when I laid in bed. Don't judge me.

I still hadn't told Wooyoung and San about yesterday as they both were sneakily having a date, and Wooyoung had gotten in late sometime. And then as soon as we'd woken up today, Wooyoung had looked out the window at the water and screamed football, jumping out of bed and skidding to the shower.

So yeah, we both had a lot to catch each other up on.

I looked up with a frown as someone blocked the sun, and squinted at the boy blackened silhouette. He understood then, sheepishly unblocking my light and plopping down next to me.

Well I din't ask for company but okay.

I cast my gaze sideways at took in the boy features who was sitting next to me with his leges crossed, eagerly watching the game, a wide smile on his face. He looked about my age, even a bit younger than me.

He must have noticed me staring as he met my eyes, his hazel ones met my brown ones for a few seconds before looking away shyly, pulling at the grass blades. He then locked our gaze again, running a had through his honey brown hair.

I put my pen down. Sure the guy was cute, but he should just sing or say something.

"Uh, hey?", I signed, as the boy blinked, and spot me a sheepish grin as he signed back.

"Sorry about that. I'm new here and you seemed friendly", he shrugged shyly, biting on his lower lip, and I bit back a laugh. Me? The one who avoided eye contact with anyone who had eyes. Friendly?

But maybe I am changing. Because of Seonghwa? Who knows.

"I'm far from friendly, but hey. Welcome. This place isn't so bad once you get used to it", I signed at the bloke, who grinned his response. He grinned a lot, I noticed. He reminded me of Wooyoung with all the happiness and San with the occasional bout of shyness.

"Well you said hi to me so I already consider you my friend. And thanks. I'm Mingi", the boy stuck his hand out with a dialed grin, and I slowly shook his hand, my lips curving up in a smile. I actually made a friend without doing much.

"So, how did you end up moving here?", I signed to him after a while of watching the game as Mingi had turned to me, squinting his eyes as the sun rays fell on his face. He shrugged, smiling to himself.

"Just felt it would be better being around people like myself. Mum agreed though. I'm seventeen. I can make my choices."

"You're into writing?", Mingi signed then, and I nodded again with a soft smile.

"It's my passion, my voice."

Mingi gave me that dimpled grin, twisting the hem of his yank top, jumping in his spot excitedly. "Like mine is art! I really like to draw!"

I smiled at him. Just like Seonghwa. Which prompted the question, "Are you in Seon- Mr. Park's class?"

Mingi nodded eagerly. "Is he good?"

Damn, he is brilliant, wonderful perfect, and I'm not just talking about his art skills.

"I've heard he's brilliant. But I wouldn't know 'cause I can't take his class. He's also a volunteer here as well, that's hime actually", I signed, and then pointed to where Seonghwa was still busy with his sketching, now snacking on chocolate bar.

Mingi stared at Seonghwa for a while, irking me a little.

"Wow. He looks pretty absorbed into art. And he seems chill. Awesome!", Mingi signed giddily, and nodded in agreement and chuckled at how adorable he was. I liked him already. As a little brother of course.

As I saw Wooyoung and San approach me, all sweaty and laughing, I decided to introduce Mingi to them, still feeling proud myself for making a friend all on my own, and not feeling uncomfortable about it.