Fireflies (A kaisoo fanfic)

Finally

I've always found it so fascinating that such a small creature could leave someone as big as me so helpless. Such an impact on an ignorant mind of a giant; of course it seems stupid. Maybe that's just me.

You see: I used to have an imaginary friend. His name was Kim Jong-whatever the fuck. (I forgot his name a while ago.) He used to lay down in my front yard with me late at night when we were younger. We didn't care about the bugs that bit us; as far as we knew, the only bugs that were important were the fireflies. I remember, my imaginary friend once told me: "Those blinking lights represent us. We'll make each other shine bright. One day, one of us will leave and the light will go away, but We'll always find each other again."

He never came back after that night. I would lay down in the grass and wait every night just to wait for my mind to conjure up this image of a boy that I called my best friend. I like to think that I grew up. There was no need for me to make up a friend for me to play with.

And that's just me. Stupid, ignorant Kyungsoo.

My dad decided I was depressed. I don't know where he got that idea. As far as I've known, I've always acted like this. I thought it was normal. Always making me do these weird things just so that I can converse with people.

I was just lying in bed, sunlight seeping from behind the blinds of the window into my room, peeking at the corner of my eye, beckoning me awake. My alarm hadn't gone off yet, which put me on wits end. It was probably 6 in the morning, and I was tired- really tired. I push the thick, white blankets off my body and yawn. The smell of bacon sizzling in the kitchen shook me fully awake.

I follow through with my daily routine: Shower, brush my teeth, jump back into bed until my alarm finally goes off, then go to the kitchen and say good morning to my dad.

I walk outside my room with a black hoodie, skinny jeans, and my backpack hanging on one of my shoulders.

"Morning, Dad." I stifle another yawn as I sat down at the kitchen table with Dad, "Mom hasn't come home yet?"

Dad glanced at me, bags under his eyes from lack of sleep and overwork. "Yeah. Won't be home until tonight. Bacon for breakfast, by the way. I got a call from school: You're gonna show a transfer student around the school."

I groan as I bit off a bit of bacon, "Why me. The school couldn't have chosen a better 'candidate'?"

"I signed you up, Soo."

I coughed up a bit of bacon and looked at him with widened eyes, "W-what?"

"I signed you up. You need to get out there and actually talk to people." Dad sighed, leaving me dumbfounded.

"Wait wait, Dad you don't understand. I don't want to talk to anyone!"

"Soo, you need to do things that I was too chicken to do. Look where I am now: I only have you. You deserve a life."

And that really shut me up. I ate the rest of my breakfast in silence, bid my dad goodbye, and rode my bike to school.

It was a 5 minute ride- not too bad. I parked my bike outside of the school and entered the front doors leading into the office. The receptionist gawked at me. Despite it being spring and being extremely hot out, I'm wearing a hoodie. It's not the first time anyone questioned me or judged me; but it's ok.

She typed a few numbers into the computer and glanced at me.

"Are you Kim Jongin?" She looked at me with a blank face, obviously disappointed.

"A-ah no. I'm supposed to be showing him around." I huffed. I crossed my arms and darted my eyes in a different direction to avoid any more conversation. The sound of the glass doors behind me startled me. I turn around and step away from the counter. I admire the person in front of me: A beautiful, sun kissed boy with his plump lips in a smirk. Brown, messy hair fell into place as if it were intentional. He wore a nice plaid shirt along with a black beanie. He stared at me for a moment, making my face heat up a little, then he turned to the now red receptionist. He smiled at her politely and retrieved his schedule and turned to me again.

"Hey, Kyungsoo." He smiled and put his hand on my cheek. A familiar feeling. I was now, definitely blushing.

I reluctantly put my hand on his, feeling squeamish. "Um...do I know you?"

The smile faded from his face, which  made me feel horrible. He pulled his hand back, my cheek already feeling cold from the absence of his hand.

"O-oh. I guess I was mistaken, hehe..." He scratched the back of his head and looked down, "Um...anyway, you're here to show me around?"

I nodded my head, "Yeah. Nice to meet you, Jongin. You were right, my name's Kyungsoo." He looked up again, almost as if he were confused. He shook his head and brushed his long, curly bangs out of his face. Adorable.

I pushed open the door and held it for him. He stood with his curious, warm eyes scanning me. I suddenly felt self conscious.

"Are you sure we don't know each other?" Jongin questioned as he walked out of the office into the quiet, empty hallway.

"I think I would remember someone as attractive as you." I sigh, closing the door. I hadn't realized what I said until I said it in my head again. A part of me just wanted to throw myself off of a cliff right about now.

"Ah so I'm attractive now?" He smiled, fixing his beanie- he was quite conscious about his hair.

"Shut up." I fumed, my entire face red, "Do you want me to show you where your classes are or what?"

"Yes yes, please do, Mr.'Oh great master of education'." Jongin chuckled. He handed me a light blue paper with his schedule on it, and I began to give him a 'tour'. Nothing special, really. I just showed him where his classes were, where his locker was, and a few places people like to hang out in the mornings.

"Kyungsoo, you're... You're different?" Jongin stopped for a while. I turn back and look at him. His head hung low, almost as if he was hurting.

"I'm...I've never met you before." I laughed nervously, "I've never had a friend before; at least, nothing that was real..."

Jongin looked up and smiled sadly, "Not real?"

Something inside me screamed 'You know this person! Go to him!' But in my mind, I know it's not true. I've never had a friend before.

"I...I don't know. Like I said, I would remember if I-"

"Yes yes, I know." Jongin shook his head.

We both stayed silent for a little while. Girls and boys began to fill the hallways, the chattering around us drowning us out. Jongin whispered something incomprehensible and walked away with his hair in his face, leaving me alone.

I don't bother to follow him.