When Love Comes

First Visit

Sanghyuk's POV
I wonder how Hakyeon is doing.. I better call him.
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Hakyeon: "Hello?"

Me: "Hey Hakyeon! It's Sanghyuk."

Hakyeon: "Hi Sanghyuk..."

Me: "You okay? How is he?"

Hakyeon: "I don't know... I'm actually going to see him for the first time, since he got put in that stupid prison."

Me: "Don't worry Hakyeon, he'll be alright. And he is innocent, I just know it."

Hakyeon: "I know, but it's like no one else will believe that!"

Me: "Be strong Hakyeon."

Hakyeon: "I know Sanghyuk... Thanks."

Me: "I just called you though?"

Hakyeon: "It's nice to talk with someone."

Me: "I'm always here for you."

Hakyeon: "Thanks. Well, I've got to get going now..."

Me: "Alright! Tell him I said hi."

Hakyeon: "I will! And I'll call you later. Bye!"

Me: "Bye!"
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I hung up and shoved my phone in my pocket. Hakyeon is such a good guy, and he's an amazing friend. I've known him since we were kids. Ever since he stood up to those bullies for me, we've been best friends. I always stuck around him and well, always been by his side. It wasn't until he started seeing someone and then dating them, that I got kind of jealous. I hadn't realized the feelings I had for him, until just recently I suppose. I do love him, but he belongs to someone else. All my life, I never had the guts to confess to him, and I probably never will.
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Hakyeon's POV
Well, this is it. Today is the first time that I'll be visiting him in jail. It wasn't his fault, but they took him anyways.

An officer led me to a room where we could speak alone. There was only a table and two chairs on either side of it. The room was kind of a dark grey, and was also kind of cold. Once I sat down, they finally brought him in. He was wearing orange prison clothing, and black sneakers. The guard undid his cuffs and told him to sit down on the other chair across from me. Then the guard told me that there was to be no physical contact, but only to speak to each other. He finally left us, then I spoke.

"Um... So hi? How have you been doing?" I asked him.

"Better, now that you're here." He answered.

"Do you have a cellmate or are you alone?"

"A cellmate, but he's a little interesting... How's work been?" He asked.

"Not so well... However, your students always come by and ask how you're doing. They know you didn't commit that crime." I told him.

He was a teacher, and he taught very well. All the students he had taught in the past years, still come up to him and talk to him. He loves his students, as if they were his own children.

"That's good. If I get out, I'll probably not be able to teach them anymore. I'll find a different job or something..." He looked away, trying not to make eye contact, but I yelled at him.

"Yah! What are you talking about? You love teaching and you love your students!!! And it's not if you get out, it's when you get out."

"Yeah yeah... But they still haven't proven if I committed the crime or not." He told me.

"I know you didn't... But you will get out okay?" He leaned in closer and gave me a 'pretend' kiss, since we couldn't touch each other or anything.

"Hopefully... Enough talking about my sad little life now, let's talk about you now. Anything special happen?"

"No, just the same boring stuff." I shrugged my shoulders, looked down and clenched my arms.

I was almost about to cry right there, in front of him. It makes me feel so bad, knowing that he's locked away in here for a stupid crime, which he didn't commit. I can't cry though, I have to be strong, for him.

"Hey... Hakyeon. Please don't cry." He told me. Then he moved his head down and tried to make me laugh, by making a funny face.

"I'm not crying..." I managed to say. "My eyes are just sweating, that's all."

"Haha, very funny. Tell me honestly now, how is your school going? Has anyone signed up to learn?"

"Actually no... That's why it's been tough for a while. It's like no one wants to learn how to dance... Maybe I should just go back to school and become a doctor or something."

"NO! Don't give up on your dream Hakyeon. You're a great dancer, and anyone would be honoured to be taught by you. You just have to find the right students, that's all. They'll come, it'll take sometime."

"I know, I know... But if the dance instructor thing doesn't work out, maybe I'll become a teacher like you." He smiled at me and laughed.

"Yeah! Then we could teach at the same school maybe! But... That won't happen because I know for sure that you're going to get some students who are eager to learn how to dance. Promise me you won't give up?" He asked.

"I swear." I smiled at him, then he smiled back. It's great to see him smile in such a dull place.