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Waking up next to him was an experience in itself. Not that we did anything last night, we were both exhausted from sneaking out so late and fell asleep after we kissed, but the first time I woke up after spending the night with him, he had been gone.
But he's here. He's right here.
I see a soft brown curl tucked into his beanie. And one day I hope he feels comfortable enough to let his curly hair breathe, but only when he's ready.
A few moments later Hyunjae opens his eyes and blinks those long eyelashes. His thin lips curl into a small smile and he reaches up and tucks a loose hair behind my ear.
"Good morning," He says in a tired voice.
That alone sends butterflies to my stomach. I just can't wait to walk down the hall and see him, and I can just be like, there he is. my favorite person.
"That wasn't a dream right?" He asks.
"Last night? No," I answer.
"Thank god,"
We hear footsteps outside the classroom and the sound of someone banging a spoon against a bottle.
"WAKE UP! TEACHERS WILL BE HERE IN AN HOUR" the person yells and runs away.
I stretch my arms, "Are senior traditions always this annoying?"
Hyunjae laughs. "Yeah I honestly would have rather watched a movie."
"We can arrange that," I say to him and he smiles.
"The notebook. It has to be our first movie date."
"So true," I say.
A third person in the room stirs and I jump. I forgot Sunwoo was here, he buried himself under all the blankets and pillows last night.
"Goddammit shut off the lights," He groans.
Hyunjae and I laugh.
"Sunwoo we have to go, we're gonna get caught." I yank the blanket off of him.
"Oh, fuck, my head." Sunwoo slowly sits up and his hair is sticking up in every direction.
"You look like shit," I say, and then my smile fades when I remember what he said to me yesterday. I study his face carefully for any sign of that, but all I see is a terrible hangover.
"I think I'm just gonna go home." Sunwoo yawns. "There's no way in hell I'm going to school."
"Okay," I say.
"Do you want a ride back?" Hyunjae offers.
Sunwoo narrows his eyes at him. "Pssh, no. I'll walk." He puts his hood over his head and walks out of the classroom.
I jog after him and I call his name. "Hey, I'll call you tonight. Okay?"
The boy stops and takes a second before he turns around and nods. "Yeah, okay."
I watch him disappear down the hallway and my heart feels heavy. I have so many questions for him, but I'm not sure that I want them all answered.
I sigh and go back into the room to help Hyunjae fold the blankets and put the desks back.
"About what you told me last night," Hyunjae says. "Are you sure you don't want me to say something to Miji?"
"Yeah. People will forget eventually. She doesn't deserve to hear about my personal trauma anyways." I say.
