can i love you?

reunion

"Well, Deep shit."

yoseop, who recited low slang, messed up his hair roughly. He had no choice but to. He never expected this kind of situation.

"Huh? Is it Yoseob?""

I never, ever expected, to meet Gikwang, who had my name in his mouth and then smiled brightly at school.

.

"Don't you have anything to do?"

"No?"

"Then why don't you stop chasing me?"

"This is my job, isn't it?"

Gikwang raised his head with a natural answer, and I was speechless for a moment. He became sly while I didn't see him. Where the hell did he learn it from? He got really weird. Hey, I told you not to say that. yoseob, who looked down with a stern expression, could no longer say anything. It was strange that there was someone who could say something harsh to Gikwang who looked at himself purely. I walked back with my mouth shut. I heard a sound from behind, but I pretended not to know and walked into the classroom.

.

The first time I met Gikwang was two years ago when he was at a large agency. At that time, we were in the first grade of fresh high school, and we lived fiercely looking at the same dream. At that time, I looked at Gikwang and wondered how he could do that. Gikwang somehow tried twice as hard as he could. It was no exaggeration to say that the electricity bill for the practice room was almost up to Gikwang. It stimulated my pride. So I tried my best.

"Yoseob, I've been watching you for six months and you don't seem to fit in with our company."I did my best.

"Oh, so I'm being kicked out?"

"Unfortunately, yes. You can go down now."

Damn it, fuck you! No, I won't be an idol. I'm not going to do it. It happened to be on the rooftop, so the wind blew hard. Maybe that's why I got dust in my eyes. When I see tears in my eyes. My pride didn't allow me to cry. You're a loser if you cry here. I murmured down the stairs to myself.

"Yoseob! Let's go eat with me."

I saw Gikwang standing under the stairs. When Gikwang asked me to go with a bright smile, tears that I held back flowed down without resistance. As familiar as it may be, I couldn't answer as usual. Did something go wrong? What's going on? I couldn't say anything to Gikwang. So I just hugged him. I hugged him blindly. It's because I'm shy to show you crying. For the first time, I cried like a child and made excuses by myself. When Gikwang saw his shoulders getting wet, he tapped them silently. 

I hugged the other kids for a long time until they found me.

I was kicked out of the company and realized that idols are not my way, so I gave up. So I deleted all the contacts of my friends I knew there. Gikwang was no exception. Since then, I have continued my school life faithfully. 

But dreams didn't disappear quickly. By the end of my second year, I had applied to a commercial high school. It was a special school where the third grade was everything, and I tried to make a fresh start there.

"Yoseob, let's go to the cafeteria. I want to eat snacks."

But why is he in the same school and class as me? Even the number right behind me.

What a terrible fate.