Kyungsoo and I talked on the phone almost every single day for an entire year.
My routine fell into the same schedule every day: I would go to school, come home to quickly finish my homework, and spend the rest of my day just talking to Kyungie.
I didn't have any friends, or even bother to make new ones, which didn't matter to me since all I needed was was my Peter Pan.
We told each other about our days - I told him about school, and he would tell me about his newfound interest in becoming a singer when we grew up.
Sometimes, he would sing to me, and it was then when I would be the most happy - smiling in content as the sound of his soft singing flowed through my ears.
My parents gave up trying to get me to socialize after they realized that all Kyungie and I wanted to do was spend our free time talking to each other. They began to worry, concerned that we refused to speak or play with other children our age.
Understanding this, it wasn't long until our parents decided to hold a get together, planning for Kyungsoo's family to travel from the countryside to come stay with us for a few days.
Kyungsoo's mom had complained to mine about the horrible weather that had been plaguing the countryside - heavy rainstorms were flooding the farm fields and crops, and my parents hadn't hesitated to quickly offer sanctuary at our home in the city. I couldn't be happier, and Kyungsoo and I spent the next few days planning all the fun things we were going to do when he got here.
That day never came.
Just a couple of days before his family was supposed to arrive, my parents sat me down to tell me that Kyungie's father had passed away in a car accident. The rain showers had only gotten worse, and a collision had left a massive wreckage of four totaled cars and two deaths.
I had tears in my eyes before my mom could even finish trying to explain what had happened, already flying for the phone and calling the one number I knew by heart, only to be kept waiting by an endless ring.
My parents tried to tell me that he needed time or space, but I knew that nobody understood Kyungsoo like I did - just like nobody knew me better than he did.
I called him every single day for four months before I reluctantly gave up, thinking he would never talk to me again.
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Past
October 7
Age 15
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"Byun Baekhyun! You're dead meat!"
Gritting my teeth in frustration, I grimaced as I took off running after the laughing boy, convinced of all the harm that was going to be done once I reached him. It was only two minutes later when I realized my body wasn't physically fit for engaging in a chase - my wheezing breaths both shallow and rugged as I leaned a heavy hand against a locker, trying to cath my breath and remain calm.
"Is he bothering you again?"
The heat in my cheeks rose at the sound of the familiar voice, as I quickly leaned up and away from the locker to hastily straighten myself - adjusting my hair and the collar of my uniform.
After doing so, my gaze shyly raised to see Suho just a few feet away from me, wearing his usual kind smile.
Still blushing, I nodded, "He stole my text books."
I gestured over to Baekhyun, who had now stopped running after realizing I wasn't chasing him anymore.
My blush turned into a glare as I watched the smirking boy stroll over to where Suho and I stood, dangling my stolen books as his eyes twinkled in a mischievous stare. I opened my mouth to yell at him to return my books this instant, only to be stunned to see Suho swiftly grab my books out of Baekyhyun's hands.
