Be my friend? [Chenyeol]

Human

27th June, 2027

I noticed how he came home later than usual yesterday. He was looking so stressed, it broke my heart, and that endless guilt in his eyes as he looked at me was enough to tell me what was going on.

When he thought back to those times in which we didn't know each other yet, in which he was, well, a criminal at best, he got depressed.
I wish I could hold him through those phases until the storm of self loathing passed. Whisper sweet nothings into his ear to block out the voices telling him he didn't deserve happiness. But he didn't let me, he didn't believe me when I said he had been forgiven more than 12 years ago.
Remembering yesterday, and all the other days I had seen him walk into our appartement with slumped shoulders and dragging feet, I sat down and wrote on with more determination than ever.

He needed to come to terms with the past, his and mine. Only that way could we also think of a future.

"When and where?"

It had taken a while for us to finally get a time and place to meet, actually, a pretty long time. The Monday when I sent that message, it had been the 13th April. The day we finally got to meet was the 3rd June, a Wednesday, by the way. Those were more than seven weeks.

A lot happend in that time, and pretty much exactly the amount of stuff that happened didn't happen, too. For instance, during that whole time I didn't speak a word to Baekhyun. Sure, we still shared a glance here or there, there were a couple of moments in our shared classes where I couldn't help but think that this would be a pretty good joke between the two of us, if only we still had been friends. I wondered if he missed me at all. He never was in our class room during breaks, always rushing off god knew where. It was definitely not the cafeteria, nor the gardens. I had checked both, plus our school library, the halls, most of the empty class rooms, yet I could never locate the small, chocolate brown haired male. Looking back, it probably was better that way, but in those times when I actually wanted to speak to him it nothing short of frustrating.

Something that also influenced my Mai of that year pretty negatively was the fact that Mr. Jung was getting dangerously close to my mother. I didn't even know when those two had gotten on first name basis, but all of a sudden it was Wheein-this and Wheein-that. And the way she would say his name! Don't even get me started on that. I was beginning to dread going home even more than I dreaded going to school in the morning.

School could've been my saviour, my sweet hours of nobody bothering me too much, if it hadn't been for, well, the person who bothered me. Waaay too much.
I had thought the subtle flirting and the shy invites to ice cream parlours had been cute, even flattering at the beginning. But damn, dat bish need to learn to respect the word "no", ya feel me? *clears throught* sorry about that, my sass came out.
I had honestly lost count of the times Bomi had made her way towards my seat, and had played some different line on me. I wasn't some piece of meat, for crying out loud! In any other situation I would've probably found the switched typical gender roles pretty hilarious, but back then it was nothing but annoying.

So, needless to say, I was more than thankful for the bit of sanity I got back while talking to Tim. At first it had been incredibly awkward between the two of us, as if both of us were too shy or unsure how to proceed. But soon enough Tim seemed more than eager to find a date we could meet. I found his excitement endearing, and the big hype he put around the event doubled my excitement as well.

And today was finally the day. We had agreed it would be best to meet on a Wednesday, seeing as school ended earlier than it usually would have on that day of the week. It was pretty convenient that that was true for both of our schools, right?