Can i love you ?

6

Saturday morning reminded me of yesterday's event, with pain and heaviness throughout my body. Everything seemed less serious yesterday—just a couple of bruises, abrasions, and fear. The worst thing is the fear. I can't say that I'm one of the shy ones or, on the contrary, that I have incredible courage. But yesterday, I was very scared.

While having breakfast, I decided to call Siyeon.

"Siyeon, hello," I greeted my friend, hearing her native and sleepy voice on the other end of the line.

"Yoohyeon? What time is it now?" Siyeon responded with a grumpy tone, not surprisingly.

I realized I should check the time. It was half past seven. No wonder I received a displeased response on the other end of the line. Why couldn't I sleep?

"Oh, Siyeon, I'm sorry. I didn't know it was so early. Can I come over?"

I could hear someone nearby muttering in displeasure. It must be Bora. But Siyeon still responded and promptly ended the call, saying, "Yoohyeon, you know we're always glad to see you."

I didn't want to dwell on yesterday's events. The thought of it made my body tense up. But it was comforting to know that Siyeon was there, not turning a blind eye. But why would she bother with some student's problems? I could just say something and that would be it, but she didn't leave me.

Lost in my thoughts, I hadn't even noticed that I had arrived at my friend's house.

Bora opened the door for me. "Hi, come in. Siyeon will be out of the shower soon," she said, closing the door behind me.

"Hi, I'm sorry for waking you up," I apologized, regret evident in my voice.

"Oh, it's okay. Forgive me for being in such a disheveled state. Siyeon took the shower first while I was preparing her breakfast," Bora replied with a pout.

"Nonsense, I look much worse in the morning," I reassured her.

Just then, Siyeon emerged from the bathroom.

After kissing the sleepy and slightly offended Bora, Siyeon came over to me, embracing me warmly. Bora headed for the shower, and Siyeon and I made our way to the kitchen, where breakfast in the form of heart- and star-shaped fried eggs with vegetables was already waiting for us.

"Hmm, not bad," I thought to myself. It would be nice if someone cooked like this for me in the morning. Oh well.

Siyeon, noticing my absent-mindedness, spoke up. "Everything will be fine, and we can have breakfasts and take showers together. Maybe you shouldn't take on overwhelmingly difficult tasks?"

I understood what she meant. But how can I think of anyone else when my entire inner space is occupied by one person? No matter how pathetic it sounds, when I look at others, I can only see her superiority. In everything, I only see her.

"If only it were that simple," I replied.

Bora, now fully dressed after her shower, looked like the person I know. She joined the conversation, having overheard our exchange.

"And who said that love is easy? It didn't start off easy for us either, with that homophobic woman," the blonde said with a smirk.

Siyeon grinned in response but retorted, "But at least our ages don't differ!"

"I would love you even if you were thirty years old! Age is nonsense. Besides, the teacher there, as I understand it, isn't that old," Bora said confidently.

Siyeon pouted her lips but didn't respond.

"By the way, I brought some cakes," I interjected, trying to lighten the mood.