Boy across the street (KSM/HHJ)

three

Hyunjin PoV

I watched as my mother carefully pulled out the splinter which caused Seungmin to flinch briefly and then flinch again at the sanitizer she was spraying on his wound.

Then she took the bandages and wrapped them over his foot. "You should be fine," she said, smiling a little. The younger tried to smile back at her, which didn't quite work out. "Where do you live?" she asked and he told her that he lived right across the street.

"Hyunjin, would you please bring him home? And give him your shoes." I just nodded and when he tried to step up and narrowed his eyes in pain I let him hold on to me again.

"Are you okay?" I asked when we were in the hall and gave him some of my shoes. He just gave a soft 'mhm' and stared at the floor.

Silence. Uncomfortable and awkward silence.

"Why do you care about me?" he asked as soon as we were out the door. "I would have helped anyone else if they stepped on a shard of glass in front of me," I replied. The next moment I pulled him a little closer to me, feeling like he was going to fall at any moment.

"I do not believe you." I ignored that. Slowly and with a lot of effort we made it to the other side of the street and stood in front of his house.

A soft sigh escaped his mouth and then he said softly, "I forgot my keys."

"We can sit on the steps and wait for a parent of yours to come home if you like," I suggested but instead of answering, he knocked loudly on the door. He waited a moment and then knocked again, harder and louder.

The door was flung open by a man who looked like Seungmin. And a horrid stench of alcohol emanated from him.

"Seungmin, why didn't you tell me where you were going?" he asked, eyeing me. "I didn't plan to be gone long," Seungmin replied, pulling away from me. He hobbled into the house and softly said thank you to me but didn't turn back to face me.

The man, I assumed his father, looked at me again, angry almost as if I had beaten Seungmin, and then closed the door. Through the door I could hear his father saying loudly, "Kim Seungmin what happened and who was the young man with you?"

I stood in front of the door, somehow I had to process that first. My long term sort of crush came out to me asking me what happened because he saw me storming out of the house then I helped him because he got hurt.

Sort of crush because I don't know what it feels like to have a crush or even to be in love. Nobody ever explained that to me, taught me that. How does one fall in love? Why does one fall in love? 

In all the poetry I read something is written about love and sometimes I wonder if the writers have as little a clue as I do. Seungmin is just... he's unique. Once you look into his eyes, they tell more than a thousand words. His hair looks so fluffy and soft and if it wasn't weird i would just want to look at his face all the time.

In class, he's either always concentrating on what the teacher is doing, or he's just daydreaming and not paying attention. After school, when he's not going somewhere with his friends, he always goes home the same way and feeds a stray cat that's always in the same place and comes out as soon as he appears. 

He often takes pictures with his phone, once of a tree, then of a leaf lying on the ground, then of a bird of anything he can take a picture of. I noticed him once on my way to school and since then I can't stop looking at him whenever he's around. 

And that he lives across the street can't be a coincidence. I do not believe in coincidences. 

Fate maybe .

He did something to me but I don't understand what.

I unlocked my front door and tried to slip into my room without my mother noticing me. Which didn't work.

"Hwang Hyunjin I need to have a serious conversation with you now," she said in a serious tone, arms crossed. "I don't want to talk to you right now," I replied, glaring at her angrily.

When I wanted to turn around, she hissed: "If you go to your room now, there will be consiquence!" I looked back into her eyes and said coldly, "Whatever."

In my room I sat on the floor against the wall under my fake maple leaves decorated with fairy lights. I always sat against the wall when I argued with one of my parents. It gave me some kinf of comfort.

"Your father is coming home today!" my mother screamed from the living room loudly for me to hear. "He's not interested in me anyway," I whispered, pulling my legs up against me.

I had noeone t talk to.

I have no friends, it's sad but true. All the girls who want to be friends with me just want me for my looks. I used to be good friends with a guy in my school, but when he told me he liked me but i didn't like him back in that way, he ignored me.

Life is hard when you're good looking. I'm just kidding.

I realized that there are more bad moments than good moments in life and it's tough

Life is hard.

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