sunshine ☆彡 seokmin

three

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           He doesn't let go of me when I try to pull away but an apology slips out of his mouth. "Aish, sorry, sorry, sorry." I have to look up at him again but almost die when he smiles that gummy smile at me. I rub my tears away with the ends of my hoodie sleeves, rubbing it against my eyes toughly.

But this masterpiece of a boy pulls my hands away from me and he clucks his tongue at me before using his other hand to pull out a tissue. "Ah-ah, these eyes need tenderness and that force will damage your eyes,"

He holds my small hands into one of his as he gently dabs my eyes. "Plus, your eyes are very pretty."

I take hold my breath for 5 seconds, thinking that maybe I'll wake up from this too-good-to-be-true dream. But it's not. I'm slightly confused.

I'm way too cynical to thank him so I blurt out, resembling a chicken, "Are you kidding?" One of my eyes are swollen so I'm blinking oddly, like I've been punched.

He tilts his head and frowns a little bit, which makes me think that maybe he finally realized how nasty I was. But this dude gives me his bright, sunny smile. "I like games but I'm not playing this time."

He lets out a warming cackle and rubs his hands down my thick arms. How is he not grossed out by now? What is happening?

He reaches up and pokes my nose as he squeaks, "Boink!"

I flinch a little bit and he pulls me into another hug, like we're close. I wish that we were. He's a ray of sunshine in this cloudy place. He hums and it vibrates against the top of my head, but even then, it sounds lovely. His voice was a melody. I want to listen to it everyday.

Hold the FRICKー

He pulls away and has the audacity to stroke my big cheek. I don't even know his name. The extreme happiness wades off onto pure concern and care when he softens his voice, "Don't cry anymore, okay? You're too good to be hurt."

A car pulls up from behind us and we both turn around, with him still having his hands on my shoulders and my grip on the bottom of his hoodie tighter than ever. The door on the can slides open and I immediately come face to face with another boy from the website. This one had blonde hair. I can't wait to see the other one though.

"Yooooo!" He yells and his voice is just as lovely as his image. Since when did all these lovely Asians come out of nowhere? We don't have any Asians at my school, and I literally mean it. I guess that's how life is. But why would these boy show up here, in Texas? Of all places?

The boy pauses when he sees me and his immaculate eyes soften when they land on me. Why are these boys so nice and actually have humanity?

"Who this?" He asks, his accent scraping at his lovely voice. And then I realize I don't even know this guy's name.

We both turn to each other, nearly simultaneously, and he lets out a little giggle, which makes me melt and feel like a melted popsicle. He has to bend his head down at me but he tilts his head and continues.

"What's your name, pretty?" He asks and I think that Jesus may have come already because there's no fricking way that such a beautiful person like him could call me anything close to that word. There's just no way. This is all a lie.

I don't want to scare him or anything so, reluctantly, I respond with, "Maxima Sandoval, but you can call me Max." My voice sounds like it's being squeezed out of a tube or something. Gosh, what about me isn't disgusting?

His eyes light up like a a puppy or something and he closes his eyes when he smiles. Good God, I've been blessed today. Nah, but this can't be real at all. 

"Max! Max! Max!" I hear other voices barking my name from inside the van but the boy with blnde hair just gives me a blank stare with apologetic eyes before shutting the door quickly. It's as if they were kidnapping people and they were trying to get them to shut up...

But the boy pets my hair and has to kind of crouch down to give me another tight squeeze. He smells slightly sweet and it makes my heart race, kinda get all fluttery in my chest. Again, I don't know this guy's name, but for some weird reason, it seems to be my strongest desire to know it.

The boy pulls away and takes my cheeks into his hands, barely pinching them. "Smile more. It makes you look even prettier!" With that said, he pats my shoulder and steps around me before climbing into the passenger seat. As he buckles his seat belt on, we make eye contact and my cheeks heat up. 

He smiles again and waves rapidly before the van drives off, at a recklessly and rather concerning speed. But much to my (surprising) relief, the van drives off safely and under the speed limit.

Even before I can finally scream at the top of my lungs from everything that literally just occurred, my aunt's van pulls up in front of me and warmth courses its way through my body. 

Did he really think I was pretty?

"Y tú que traís? Por qué tienes la cara así? Que té paso? Me tarde mucho? Perdon, míja. Se me fue el tiempo." 

I shake my head and just direct my attention out the window. Other than the questioning of the immensity of my homework, swarms of thoughts are coursing through my mind at the same speed the internet works. 

I don't mean to ignore her but the volume of my thoughts surpass hers. Luckily, I guess she understands that I don't reply since she, along with the rest of my family, knows that I'm not a very talkative person.

The drive is short, not because of the actual distance between the school and our home, but because my aunt turns on the radio to música cristiana. My heart beats to the songs, even causing me to kick my feet a little bit.

The sun already set so it's dark. I wish I were part of the night, part of the darkness, not that I'm emo or anything. I wish I was like a tree or something so I wouldn't have to deal with anything else. 

Even though I have a crap load of homework, I still go to my computer and stare at the screen, too engrossed in the fact that I have homework that I am not doing it. 

For some random reason, I decide to go to my Pandora history because I didn't know what was playing. I just randomly clicked on a station, completely unaware of what I had clicked on. 

The two songs I had listened to were by a group called, (what the heck?) BTS. My curiosity leads me to read on who they are. They're Korean, mmm okay. BTS stands for Bangtan Boys. What does that mean? Hmm, and what is K-pop?

                And that was the that I got myself into k-pop. And even though I fell asleep at 4:58, I do not seem to regret it at all.