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; hyungwon
❝The morning will come again because no darkness, no season can last forever❞
He kissed me on the cheek before I left. I wasn't sure what to make of it, that stroke of a paint brush against my cheek, staining it a wistful pink. Was it a kiss of lust, did he desire the brief contact between his skin and mine? Or was it a kiss to keep me wondering, to keep me up from the dead of night to tomorrow's sunrise, thinking about him.
Maybe it was just a kiss, just another way of saying goodbye, a promise that he'd see me tomorrow.
"Hyungwon-nie, it's getting late. Come back tomorrow, and we'll look for your book together. I'll be waiting here, and so will your book. Yeah?"
"Yeah."
Or, maybe kissing guys on their cheeks was something he did everyday. And today was just another wave in a series of so many other waves, waiting to break on the shoreline and recede, forgotten.
❝It was an unexpected line that led to the next chapter❞
"Joo-heon, open up. Joo-heon!"
I pounded my fists on the door, my forehead resting on the wall outside of my apartment. My eyes were heavy with sleepiness, and it was only eight, according to my phone. A cacophony emitted from my apartment, but I was so used to it, my mind blocked it out.
Lee Joo-Heon played the electric guitar.
Another loud, obnoxious guitar riff blasted my eardrums into smithereens. I kicked the door again.
"Joo-heon, I swear to the living god above, if you don't OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW, I'M NOT WRITING YOU ONE MORE LYRIC FOR YOU AND YOUR—"
The apartment door opened and I found myself screaming right into Joo-heon's face.
"— RIDICULOUS BAND, AND THAT'LL BE IT FOR YOU AND DANIEL'S NIGHT CLUB CONCERTS!"
Joo-heon raised an eyebrow and tapped his ear, indicating he couldn't hear a word I was saying over the pounding of drums and cymbals of an over-zealous drummer.
Lim Chang-kyun, also known as Daniel, played the drums.
I sighed and pushed Jooheon out of the way, already taking off my sweatshirt. I couldn't pay for air conditioner, so it was always swelteringly hot in the apartment. Usually it was only me and Joo-heon, but on some nights, Daniel opted to practice with Joo-heon here instead of at his place. And by practice, I meant three raging hours of no sleep and plenty of headaches.
"Hey, Hyungwon! How're your lyrics coming along?" Daniel greeted me, raising a drumstick as I tried to get past him, to my room.
"By my lyrics, do you mean the lyrics you two are forcing me to write for you because your vocabulary ranges from 'girl whatcha say' to 'I am what I am, man'?" I asked dryly.
