Story 3 : Wait, are you that kid?

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"I am twelve when I first meet him."

Baekhyun's pov

Eight..

Nine..

Ten..

A little boy with a lollipop sucked in his mouth arrives at the train station, standing beside a pole number 4.

Like usual.

He catch my attention as he comes here alone, without parents. Unlike other kids around his age - 6 years, i guess - who used to walk with their parents or at least someone they know.

This kid is so adorable, I think. His rounded eyes, high nose, plump lips, unique ears, red cap - that he wears everyday -, the yellow bag pack on his back, and the colorful lollipop stick - that he ate everytime I meet him.

Cute.

And so independent.

I've to admit, everytime I wait for train - as I go to school by train -, I also wait for him. Just to see this adorable creature stands - basically - beside me as I always wait beside a pole number 3. Meanwhile, he likes to stand beside the forth one.

- - - - - - - - - -

"Eight..."

"Nine..."

"Ten."

Exactly seven o'clock.

And like days - and now, months - ago, the same kid comes and stands there, at the pole number 4.

His favorite spot.

We'll get into the train together but I'll drop first. I never know where is his destination.

- - - - - - - - - -

I'm thirteen now.

Nothing change.

We're still at the same plot.

Oh! Except two things. His black hair has cut shorter and he becomes taller few centimeters than before - but still can't beat my height. Phew~.

He seems doesn't care about everyone else around him. He's in his own world... with that stick lollipop.

I really want to know his name! Omg. Am I fanboying a kid? Silly me.

- - - - - - - - - -

I am forteen now.

Nothing really change.

Today, it's raining quite heavily. Luckily, I don't forget to bring my umbrella :)

However,

"Eight..."

"Nine..."

"Ten."

That little boy comes with his wet hair, wet shirts, wet backpack.

Oh dear.

So, I take out my small towel - well.. I bring it anytime, just in case I need it later - from my bag.

"Kid, here. Dry your hair." I said while handing the towel.

That child looks at me and shakes his head with a smile.

Nice smile.

"It's okay. Thank you, hyung."

Nice voice.

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