amusement park ♡ soonchan

4: special

It was likely the longest amount of time I'd spent staring at a series of numbers. I recalled the events of the previous day—at the amusement park. The enchanting feeling that Chan gave me was still fresh in my body.

Yet I groaned, laying back down in bed, replete with fatigue.

Weird. This entire situation was completely new to me, and I wasn't quite sure what to think of it. I just met this person yesterday, held his hand, kissed him. That's not the Soonyoung I know; normally I would figure that I would be too awkward and shy to do anything nearly as audacious as that, and not to mention such blatant affection in public.

I wondered what he thought of me. With only several hours to get to know me, what conclusion could he have drawn? If I were him, I'd see myself as cringeworthy. Visions flashed in my mind of us sitting together on the haunted ride and my attempts at looking cool and protective. Then the dreaded Ferris Wheel, and my uncomfortable kissing attempt. But Chan kissed back. That must mean he didn't view me as completely embarrassing.

I saw him as entirely contrasting from me. The first thing I noticed about him was his overwhelming adorableness. From that raven hair to those alluring brown eyes and full smile, all the way down to his feet. He was quiet, yet his presence was remarkably soothing. Though it was ironic that I thought that because every time I was near him I couldn't seem to calm down.

I must talk to him again. My mind was made up.

I dialed his ten digits and texted him "hey, it's soonyoung." After mulling over what I should say for a respectable several minutes.

Every moment afterward was a frenzy. Waiting and waiting for a reply, checking my phone every minute. When I finally got a text, I practically pounced on my cell, however, to my disappointment, it was just Seungkwan spamming the group chat. Knowing that the next twenty notifications on my phone would be the same, I surrendered and put my phone away.

In the meantime, I put a sizable dent into an art project that I'd been working on for quite some time, and I let my mind drift away as the paintbrush guided my hand. Although, Chan's smiling face popped into my mind every so often, sending an excited pang into my chest that exploded into yellow colors.

Whilst I was pondering which direction to take my work, my eyes drifted to the beaded bracelet sitting comfortably around my wrist. I placed the paintbrush into a mug of water and played with the brown and blue beads. I felt the detailed wood on my fingertips and spun the beads around and around on my olive skin. I thought of him. I thought of him and his soft and innocent voice, and the slight way his lips curled into a smile when he talked, as if he found a reason to smile in everything he spoke about. And how he giggled genuinely at anything.

Again, I was considerably taken back by how quickly I've taken such a great interest in Chan. Liking boys was still reasonably new to me, and the embarrassment that came with it still not completely gone from my consciousness. My close friends knew all about my "type", however, I found it difficult to discuss anything aside from females.

Nevertheless, regardless of sexuality, Chan seemed all but experienced in relationships. His profound innocence in his behavior made me cautious to even pursue anything more than friendship with him, and not to mention the "golden rule" of not dating unless you've been friends for a long time beforehand that I would be breaking. Nothing about this showed itself as a green light.

Shockingly, however, despite the amount of red around me, I had the urge to go.

Picking up my cell phone, I saw a reply. "hey soonyoung!"

I did the only thing I could do: uncontrollably grin and read over the heartwarming message countless times.

Step two: reply. Instead of overthinking it like I would normally do, I casually sent him back a cool "what's up" while trying to keep myself collected. Afterward, we held up a pleasant conversation. I even learned some things about him. He loves dancing, classic rock and old-school pop jams, he works at a museum, and he wants to be a veterinarian when he grows up. He was jealous upon learning that I work at a daycare center, which came as no surprise to me; he probably loves kids and they all love him too because he's like sunshine.

He also mentioned his favorite colors, which include the deep blues of the sea, the mellow oranges of sunsets, the rich greens of summer plants, the bright yellows of spring flowers, the grays of storm clouds, the royal violets at the bases of flames, and the playful reds of little crabs scuttling across hot beach sand.

The thing that he said that stuck out the most to me was that he didn't have a best friend. He surely considered Jeonghan and Hansol as close friends to him, but he admitted that neither of them were quite reaching the best friend title. I related entirely. Seungkwan and Seungcheol are the good part of my entire friend list, but both of them have their own best friends, leaving me single. I don't hold anything against them for having better friends, I solely wish that I had a best friend of my own. "Maybe we can be best friends," I proposed to Chan, which, much to my relief, he seemed accepting of.

After some more conversation, Chan texted, "Hey, so, Hansol is throwing a party next weekend, and if I don't go he'll give me crap for it...do you think you could come? you know, make things less terrible for me?"

Special. That's what Chan thought of me. And the thought of him at a wild party came to me with the same juxtaposition as a child at a bar. Therefore, I certainly must be there for him to make sure nothing happens. I'll get to spend so much time with him.

I told him absolutely, and he proposed that I invite the other two friends. I was sure that Hansol had already told Seungkwan all about it, but I figured it wouldn't hurt to mention it to Seungcheol.

In the meantime, I had someone special to talk to.