"And what is it?"
"It's a quantam physics theory in which a cube is fixed in another cube, congruent to the former which is inaccurate by Euclid's postulate."
"And what does it enable?"
"Shrinking of time and dimensions..."
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"Wow!" My mouth was left ajar and I gaped at the massive device infront of me which flaunted Niki's intelligence.
Sunoo's eyes scanned the device like he was seeing some enchanted beauty infront of him.
I couldn't help myself from touching its body as well. It was a marvellous sight alone and I should say I am blessed to be able to miss the exhibition.
"You like it?" Asked the kid.
"Of course we do. Good work kiddo!" I high-five'd with him. He was the only kid I ever got along and I could see why.
"Noona, I had a question for you." He started and I bobbed my head as a response. We went to his room, leaving Sunoo admiring the machine, and sat on his bed to start our Ted talk.
"So... Sunoo Hyung seems to know about my device even before I told my mum or professor park."
"He does." I replied.
"Who is he? How did he know it?"
"Sorcerer, didn't he say?" I laughed.
"Say it for real." He scrunched his nose with an annoyed frown.
"Well... Maybe it's not bad to say you. He's from the future. So he knew who made the time machine." I said.
"You mean my time machine was successful?" He was somewhat exhilarated yet doubious of what I said.
"I don't know. That's what he told me. He's very intelligent and although I'm not very familiar with his brain, I'm pretty sure that he isn't lying." I concluded my statement with a smile. Niki's childish eyes had pure confusion yet faith in his cousin's words.
"And..." He paused mid sentence.
"And?"
"And... Who is he? To... You?"
I remained numb to his question, unknown of my own self. I was attracted to Sunoo but I don't know if falling for a stranger, from a different time, will do me any emotional satisfaction. And on top of that, he has his own dreams which I don't want to bind down.
Earlier today, he called me his best friend and even though that makes me feel valued, I don't know if the weight of the words is as heavy on him, as it is on me.
There are several relations, just one sided, and I don't want to ruin the tiniest trust we have grown for eachother. It'll not help rather push us farther.
I mentally noted my answer before spilling it to the teen infront of me. "He's my friend. Closer than many but I won't claim him as mine. It's still platonic."
"Okay! I just wanted to know what I should do to confess..." He blushed and moved his away from my gaze.
"Confess to whom?" A mischievous grin spread over my face.
