𝒐𝒐𝒐. "I didn't write this to forget who I am as a person nor did I write it for money out of desperation. I wrote this because I know, one day, someone will find this story in the corner of a library, squeezed between forgotten stories with a dus...
Jeong Yunho. January 15th, 1981. | Thursday, 4:45 PM.
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"Where're you off to, Yunho?" Kwang asks, tilting his head to the side in curiosity. He stops in his tracks when he notices his little brother was about to walk off in a different direction. It didn't take Kwang long to notice Dasom waiting on the opposite side of the school's grounds, placing a bandaid over a zit that had grown on her forehead. He smiles, "Another date?"
Yunho turns around, an awkward blush forming on the bridge of his nose and spreading across his cheeks. "Yep. Dasom suggested we'd grab some food together. You don't mind, right?"
"You know I don't," Kwang shook his head with a low chuckle, patting Yunho on the shoulder. "I'll let Mom know you're arriving home later. Don't stay out too late, 'kay?"
"Ah... And I'm kinda hanging out with Mingi tonight to bowl for a little while?" Yunho says, more in a question than a statement, voice pitched a bit higher out of shyness. "You don't mind that, too, right?"
Kwang snorts out another laugh, shaking his head and ruffling the mess of hair on his little brother's head. "You can do whatever you want, Yunho. Just don't get home too late, alright?"
"Course!" Yunho grins, walking backward with finger guns; awkward and nerdy. "Catch you at home."
"You're so awkward, get outta here." Kwang lightly teases with a shake of his head and an eye roll, earning a loud laugh from the blue-haired male before he runs off to his waiting girlfriend.
Dasom and Yunho hadn't been dating for long, making it official two days ago with multicolored flowers made by Yeosang and San, and chocolate hearts, which ended up melting in Yunho's bag by the end of the day, shaping into a puddle of chocolate. He was embarrassed by the melted treats, opening the box and gasping as some nearly spilled over the corners. Though her fingers were messy with the chocolatey substance, she smiled and pressed a kiss upon Yunho's cheek.
He flinched from the sudden action but grins once he realizes she has accepted his offer. His friends were peeking over the corner of the wall, their tittering whispers made Yunho roll his eyes as they high five one another, but a smile formed on Yunho's face from their nonstop support of his decision. For the past months, he would not stop talking about Dasom but when Wooyoung or Seonghwa suggested he'd ask her out, he'd decline.
At first, he wasn't sure why he was so afraid to ask her out. Maybe it was the memories that still linger underneath Yunho's skin; crawling its way to his veins— But he knows that couldn't be the whole reason? He liked Dasom, a lot, more than he ever liked Ms. Moon — at the beginning of their "romance". There was this string at the back of his shirt, tugging him whenever he thought to ask Dasom out, even if it's on a date. He still isn't sure of the reason, nonetheless, he ignored the string at the back of the shirt and went ahead with his final plan.
