Just one more minute

friends?

He decided we needed to try sitting in every corner of my room.

He marked every triangle we sat in.

In the corner of the room, we listened to music.

Next to my bed, we watched a movie.

In the middle of the room he told me about his new cats.

Under the window, he held my hand and let me lean on his shoulder.

Finally in bed again, we fell asleep.

.....

"Jisung," he called for my name.
I loved hearing my name with his voice. It almost made me love it.

In response, I looked at him. We were on my desk studying.

"Why do you prefer to stay quiet? Your voice is beautiful you know." It took him 9 years to ask that, from when I was 6 and he 7 till now 15 and he 16.

"The last time I was loud I screamed so high yet no one heard me." I answered; in a whisper.

He didn't question it further despite the unclear answer I gave.

Later that day after we finished studying and laid in my bed again he spoke up again.

"I would always hear you, even if you didn't speak."