Be my friend? [Chenyeol]

Keeping him Waiting

25th June, 2027

Chanyeol had to admit, just writing about the events which had happend just a bit more than ten years ago sparked his memory and warmed his heart, reminding himof his foolish, young, carefree self. Just thinking so much about the way his life and love had started and putting their story upon paper, it made Chanyeol appreciate the whole thing.
The whole situation.
The whole beginning, middle and end.

The whole, unlikely love story him and the man who would come home from work any second had shared.

He sighed as he realised this fact, streched a bit and got up from his chair. Chanyeol started to quickly look over the pages he had written, silently cursing his untidy handwriting, meanwhile cracking his knuckles one by one. A habit he had picked up about 12 years ago, from a person he had hated back then...

It was 8 pm and I was currently laying in bed again, (still) in my pjs, since I hadn't changed out of them the entire day. Yes, it had been a very lazy Sunday, with not much work or progress in pretty much anything. Having barely even left my room, not talked to any maid, butler or even my mom, I was deep in thought.

"I would just like to see you. ^^"

Those words had been sent about 12 hours ago. Sent by no other than my crush. In any other teenager's life, this message would have been a cause to celebrate, to go and shop for the perfect outfit and whatnot. And believe me, a part of me did want to. Yet another part of me, the cautious one, the one that only wanted the very best for me, wasn't quite thinking along the same lines as the others.

"You don't know him. He might be a rapist. He might be a serial killer. He might be a pedophile."

Don't say that.

I hated hearing those words, even if they were true. In my head I knew that, but my heart didn't care.

"What do you know about him? He hasn't even trusted you with his name, and now you're just supposed to meet up with him?"

That was true. Even if I had asked in the past, practically begged him to reveal at least his first name, he had never obliged. He was always incredibly careful about revealing any core information about himself, it had taken an incredible amount of coaxing to get an age out of him. 'Tim' was 15-years-old, just like me, but he would have his birthday before mine this year.

My head was spinning as more arguments for and against the meeting swirled inside my brain. I couldn't help but groan out loud out of pure annoyance and frustration, my hands roughly going through my hair and messing it up.

And even if I agreed to a meeting, how would I get there? The minute I was home, I would be watched like a kid with a deadly peanut allergy in a flipping peanut butter swimming pool! And coming home late from school was also not an option.

I shivered at the memory of something that happened not more than three years ago. Oh brother, I once went to Baekhyun's place after school without asking for permission first. Guess what happened?

Guess!!!

Come on, just guess!!!

...

No, you're wrong. The flipping cops showed up at his doorstep accusing the parents of attempted kidnapping. Ah, the life of an overprotected child. Needless to say, the Mr. and Mrs. Byun hate my guts.