Find Me [DISCONTINUED. thank you for the support.]

Chapter 13-Real Me

Its about 8pm when V texts me. I haven't visited him today due to work. I sit back in my chair and put my laptop on sleep. A progress email to Mr.Ryu can wait.

"This is a strange question but please come over."

"I'll be over in 10 minutes then. But why?"

"I have nothing to do. I want you to teach me how to call you."

"Ok :DD"

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"Ok, so this is the call app. Its the box with the phone symbol on it."

V nods as I click on the app and the dial pad comes up.

"Now what?" V plays with the dial pad with curiosity shining in his eyes. He's pressing random numbers and then clicks the call button. Before anything terrible happens, I click the hang up button and sigh in relief.

"You can only call people you know, V. The number 8382144926 isn't a number." I laugh. Everything V does is so adorable to me, and he's not even smiling in front of me yet.

"Oh. So what is your number?" V asks.

I tell him that its the same as the number he uses to text me, and he inputs it right away.

"You remember my number?" I ask, surprised.

V turns his head away from me, hiding his rosy cheeks.

"Its not like there's any other number to remember. And I'm not crushing on you, don't be stupid."

"You sure about that?" I wink. V is very flustered and I'm quite enjoying it, to be honest with you.

V gets all grumpy with me and its so funny teasing him. We've gotten so close.

"I'm sure. Very sure." He says.

"Then its ok if I do this? In a friendly way?" I ask, and hug V. I think he really needs a hug, considering the fact I'm his only friend.

To my surprise when I try to withdraw, V holds my arms. He keeps me close and hugs my arms firmly, never turning towards me. We stay like this for a moment and I'm unsure how to take this situation. Do I try to let go again? Or do I stay here as long as he needs to?

And do I....like this?

V shifts silently into a comfortable position where his head rests on my left shoulder and my arms are still around his waist. Its a solid 5 minutes of just hugging and silence. Its strangely calming. As I sit and think to myself with my friend in my arms, I take a good look at the painting resting above the fireplace. I've been here a countless amount of times but never really thought about it. Its a boy crying, but his tears seem to be watercolour. What could that possibly mean?