We can get what we want

One shot of fluffy

I always wanted to get a boyfriend. I always felt like everybody was living the love life I dreamed about while I was stuck with my fanfics, animes and doramas. For a while, it was enough - I had convinced myself I didn't have enough patience for romance (real life romance, I mean). Friends would be always talking about their new affair, they would come to me for advice - because I was the calm, rational one - and in the beginning I'd hear some "what about you, are you seeing someone?" but after some "no time for that" or "not interested" the questions ceased and it was like I was asexual and incapable of loving someone in a romantic way. But the thing is, I wasn't. After some time, I had to see this "not interested" persona turn into pieces while the pain in my heart grew stronger.

Between the long study-hours, I find a way to keep my virtual life active. It's not like I have anything else. I started playing this insignificant online game with insignificant online friends and got myself an insignificant boyfriend. An insignificant virtual life, one may say, but then again, who can judge me?

To be honest, this web-boyfriend seems to be someone nice. I mean, okay, he's going out (actually, going to missions) with me because I have enough gold to buy him stuff - I guess it could be seen as prostitution but whatever, no judgments here - but I gotta say he makes me laugh. Such an idiot, really! Juneboy his user, what was there to expect? Not that much can be said about me, the Bobby01, but at least I got some philosophy to my name. Why? Because my life has been 0 and 1, all online. My real life happens online. And I sound like a virgin 18 years old - oh, wait, that's really who Kim Jiwon is!

I tend to keep my virtual friends as far away as I can from my few real ones, but this Juneboy is trying way too hard to get on my personal Facebook. The thing is, we've been talking for quite some time now, I've been buying him some good stuff for playing and it' starting to feel like a good friendship - my "no's" are getting weaker. On the other hand, there's the web-boyfriend thing. Actually, not much a web-boyfriend and more an online-game-boyfriend-which-maintain-a-wealth-virtual-life-thanks-to-me. And I could pretend there's nothing much about it - once that's what he does - but maybe, and I said maybe, I was starting to like the feeling of having some kind of love life with this insignificant being. Which means I'll be really ashamed if he sees my bunny teeth and eye-smile on my profile picture. I'm not into beauty, gotta say (I accept myself, so) but I'm well aware not everyone feels that way and I'm not ready to let some virtual gigolo makes fun of me. At least, not a virtual gigolo that I like. I think. Well, I guess Juneboy will get another no.

Only that he didn't. Exactly a week before I accepted Juneboy as a Facebook friend. Koo Junhoe. The most beautiful creature I had ever seen. Also, someone from my Seoul. Fuck my life. At least he was decent enough to give my profile picture a love reaction and no comments. Obviously the only thing I did was go through all his pictures, always careful not to press like.

I'm not the type that goes around opening himself for anyone who asks cutely and still not expect it to change. So, no surprise my firsts conversations with Junhoe-ssi was about the game - except for him dating my gold -, the shitty traffic and way too crowded subways, the weather and South American memes. Brazilians make the best ones, gotta admit (thanks Hanbin-ah for the tip). Sometimes he would ask more personal stuff, such as my goals on life, which university I would like to go in... but I just didn't feel comfortable enough to talk about that and would just throw some random meme and he'd unexpectedly get the message and change the subject. To himself, sometimes.

Junhoe-ssi told me until last year his supreme goal on life was to be a musician and even talked about Seoul universities that were known for their music majors. For some reason I don't know, he had given up on that and began to make other plans. Those are things, said him, I probably would hear more about if we continued to talk (I think it's his way to get revenge for my silence). I got kinda taken aback because music was my goal too. Better saying, it's my goal. Not that I want to be a singer, but I'd really like to stay in the backgrounds, composing rap and who knows one day lose the fear of the stage and get up there. But of course instead of telling him that, I had to say a stupid and vague thing like "oh, I see... wonder why".