The Letters He Never Sent || Minsung

3

It's my second day today. I enter the school with the same nervous feeling, since I don't really have friends. There is no enthusiastic guy when I enter today, which is a little better if I am being honest.

My classes go by faster today, since we still haven't actually gotten to the real curriculum yet. We have to do stupid little introduction games and projects for the first week— I guess just to get everybody situated.

I enter the cafeteria, dragging my feet. I sat alone the first day, so I am going to do the same today. After I get out of the line for the food, which is still gross, I go to the closest table I see that's empty.

I pull out my phone as I eat the food, scrolling through Instagram. I'm not really into the whole social media thing, but in situations like this I am. I have nothing better to do then look at posts of the new movies.

Some of them came out like four months ago, but people still rave about the movies. As i'm getting even more bored— I hear a voice above me, causing me look up from my phone. It's the boy from my dance club. He immediately flushes when our eyes meet, causing me to smile myself.

"I saw.." He clears his throat, considering it came out as almost a whisper. I sit back and cross my arms, keeping my eyes locked on his.

"I saw you were sitting alone," He says finally. "So I was wondering if I could.."

"Are you asking to sit with me?" I smile.

He nods. "If that's okay."

I chuckle and nod. "That's fine, have a seat." I motion to the bench across from me, so he smiles and takes a seat.

I notice a change in his demeanor, maybe it was because I was nice to him. I hope it was— I don't want him too be uncomfortable with me because he thinks I'm scary or something. Or he wanted to get on my good side so i wouldn't bully him or something. He seems like a pretty sweet guy, so i hope that isn't the case.

"You're in the dance club, right?" I ask as he is pulling out his lunch. He has everything neatly in containers, then wrapped up perfectly in plastic wrap.

He hums. "Mhm. I am." He says. "By the way, you're really good. You shocked everyone in class yesterday." He looks up at me with an indescribable expression.

I tilt my head and look at him— and he gives me a gummy smile. I chuckle, but not because of what he said, but because his personality just completely changed. The minute I started to talk and let him sit down, it's like something was pushed in him and now he is in a good mood, it's fascinating.

"I tried." I shrug, looking away.

He lets out a laugh. "Well you trying is way better than I could ever do."

I chuckle. "How long have you been dancing?" I motion to him with my fork. His eyes follow the piece of silver, making me want to laugh again. He is so focused on it that it takes him a while to answer.

He finally snaps out of it, looking at me. "Like.. a few years now?" He says. "I have been dancing since I started high school, so three years to be specific."

I hum. From that, I learned that he has been dancing for way longer than I have ever even thought about starting— and that he is a year younger than me. It's amazing what you can pick up about someone off of one sentence.

He continues to tell me about how he got into dancing, and I am all ears. He seems passionate about it, and I like hearing about what people are passionate about. Plus, I like the sound of his voice, and how he makes these funny gestures as he explains things.

He is one of the few people I haven't found draining yet. In fact, I like his energy. I like how he carries himself, I like how he dresses, I like how he isn't so quiet, I like how he seems so open to explaining his whole life.

I like hearing about people's hopes and dreams, their lives, their childhoods. Specifically because my own childhood sucked, I was robbed of one— And because I don't even have my own dreams. The big life questions drain me, since I never know how to explain to people I didn't expect to last this long.

Not in a suicidal way, just in a way I never realized I would last this long. I thought maybe my moms drunk driving would have killed me by now, the mold in the walls would have gotten me sick since my father refuses to spend money to fix them, or maybe my father would have hit me hard enough to kill me—but no. I was never educated on what life was like beyond the walls i called my home.

However I am still here, living and breathing. I wouldn't say living, I would say just letting life drag me. I don't have anything to hold me back, or anything to keep me here. I think Jisung noticed I am deep in thought, since he is giving me a certain look now.

I quickly snap out of it, smiling at him. "Yeah, I never was really into dancing. I wish i was thoug—like you—so I could have gotten into it. It's really entertaining." I say, quickly just spewing out words. I picked up some of what he was talking about towards the end.

I guess it worked, because a smile spreads across his face. Don't know why it's there, but it makes me smile too. He asks me about my passions now, so here is the dreaded answer.

"Oh, I don't know." I say, picking at my chicken. Hopefully I die of salmonella.

He looks at me with a raised brow. "You don't have any?"

I nod, liking how he catches on fast. He smiles again, shrugging. "That's fine, it took me a while to find my passions."

I look up at him— he's smiling widely. I smile too, then look back down at the chicken i mauled. I'm glad he didn't flush, because i would have gone mad. I just got him talking, i don't want him to stop because of my anger.

We spend the rest of the lunch talking about anything we could think of off the top of our heads, and i actually enjoyed it. I enjoy his presence, I think I maybe have found someone who doesn't drive me insane.

I like that.