HIM // YoonMinMon

II

I'm sitting on the couch eating toast, my breakfast after an hour of jog around my neighborhood. I should be leaving for college soon but my mind is wondering somewhere else at the moment.

I have never seen someone liking Kumamon that much before. I took an interest to the boy from last night, but I wouldn't show it. Nahh, I don't want to look like a guy who's easily drawn to people he just met.

And that ego of mine make us not able to come in contact with each other after the party. Now I regret what I did. I hope I'll meet him again.

I like observing people, so besides what I did at the party entertaining the guests and keeping Yoongi companied, I secretly observed Yoongi.

His action. He was all cuddly and acted cute towards me as Kumamon. Then I took the suit off  and he turned mature afterwards.

Our conversation. I noticed. When Yoongi and Namjoon quickly covered what they said. What was it? Along the lines of Yoongi liking me and already knowing my name. I smile solely to myself.

I don't want to jump into conclusion. How could a cute boy liking me anyway, that had never happened before. We had never met, have we?

I guess thinking of Yoongi intrigued me so much I don't recall bringing myself walking on the pathway to my college building ahead of me, greens and trees to my sides. The brick-walled building at the far end. It has been standing there for a few decades. Walked in and out of the building in the past was some influential people I admire in their own fields of arts. I believe I would be one of them, someday.

"Chiminn!!" a scream was heard before someone tackles me from behind making me stumble.

This guy, always as lively as ever. He walks beside me flashing his heart-shaped smile.

"Hobi-hyung you shouldn't do that again, I might fall! There were stairs in front of me!" I look back at the stairs, then at him wide-eyed.

"I missed you~" he pout, letting out a weird tone trying to make it sounds cute. We pushed through the door and into the building.

I laugh, "We just met yesterday."

"That was Wednesday, I haven't see you todaaaay," he whines as he slings both arms on my shoulders, wriggling, eyes locked on me.

"Let's just hurry to class, hyung, in 'normal' way. They're giving us weird looks," I see people pass us by staring. Trying not making it obvious by turning their heads when I glance at them. Well, I see what you did so no need to try hiding it.

It's my second semester already but not many people know we're gay. Not that we're keeping it hidden. Nobody asked and I think we simply doesn't look like we are gay at all. So seeing shock expression around us is usual. Still, I don't like being stared at like there's something wrong with me.

"This is normal for us, though. But if you mean they're giving us looks for not looking 'normal', in this case, us being gay, let them be. Let them know."

"I don't mind, just.. I don't want to look like I'm gay for you," I joke slightly at the end. But my laugh soon falter when I see him.

He has his face straight. He goes silent for a while until he lets his arms down from my neck. That what I asked from him, yet his action doesn't seem right to me. I didn't expect that.

We stop walking and he looks me in straight in the eye for a quick five seconds. Sadly, I can't decipher what message he send me eye to eye.

"Sorry, I think I'll go first. I just remember I have something to do, see you in class," he said monotonously, turning his head before he leaves me alone. He walks away and disappear into the crowded corridor.

Hobi-hyung?

(A/N: Sooo a bit of hopemin ayye)