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The next day, we woke up to Min's mother informing us that he will be gone for the summer, to visit his grandparents in South Korea. It was the beginning of May, we still had a month left. I shrugged it off.
It was only one summer, what could happen?
A few weeks later, Min was gifted a new guitar by his mother for his birthday. The first thing he did with it was walk it to my house, four blocks away.
I opened my front door, I was met with a soggy Min, blue hair draped over his eyes, white shirt was transparent, I could clearly see his chest. His hoodie was wrapped around his guitar, of course. Min was now 15, yet he still acted 5. He had his own sense of priority.
"Look!" He took off the hoodie and lifted his guitar, it was an electric guitar, same color as his hair and it was shiny and new. His smile stretched for miles, I smiled back.
"I know, your hot mom told me."
He knocked my shoulder. "Stop talking about my mom like that."
"Shall I talk about your dad- Oh WAIT!" I always mocked him for never knowing his father.
His whole demeanor dropped itself. "You really wanna speak about not having parents?"
"I will beat the shit out of you."
He made his way in, right past me, as if it were his own house. "No you won't."
I lead him to my room and told him to cover his eyes. It just seemed ridiculous to wrap what I had bought him for his birthday. He was smiling, even without showing his eyes he was bright.
He opened his eyes to a guitar case in my hands, black and shiny. A high-pitched sound leaped out from his mouth, higher than his singing voice, that made me happy. I thought he was going for the case, so I held it out. "You're welcome-" But he went for me instead.
He hugged me tight, showered we with thanks and praise and how I was the best of best bros in the world, as if I didn't already know. Not even my sister made me feel this good. I thought into his arms.
Inside the case was padded with red fur, I also gave him cleaning supplies for his guitar, I knew he wasn't even going to think about buying supplies himself.
Then, the question arose, "Can you teach me?" He asked me while his fingers plucked on the strings.
I looked at him with shock, and a bit of disappointment. "I thought you already knew how to play the guitar."
"Yea, of course I do, but I'm talking about that one song." I then knew what song he spoke of, the one that we loved to sing, a song only I knew how to play because my sister had put me in guitar lessons for a year. It was the only song I knew and the only one he did not. I guessed it was because the keys were advanced and Min was still stubbornly self-taught. Not anymore.
I shifted across my harsh floor till I was at an angle behind him. My arms were now around him, my hands on top of his, they moved as if they were one. I let him hum for the timing, our fingers grazed the strings effortlessly, all I had to do was press one of my fingers down lightly on his and he obeyed. I didn't feel weird, he didn't feel weird, this felt natural to us, as breathing is to lungs, always was. He had always been a fast learner, when it came to things he cared about, so he had in down in ten minutes.
I got off of him, moved back to my spot in front of him, to see his grinning face, bright as always.
"I just sort of always feel sick without you baby" His hands made no mistakes. I had taught him well. "I ain't got anything to lick without you baby" His voice was as beautiful and charming as it's always been. Smooth like butter, worth its weight in gold, adjusting with the new hill on his throat that had just started to form. "Nothing really sticks without you baby" His flaming eyes switched from the guitar to me, which made me feel warm inside, then back down. It continued like this.
