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"oh i'm seonho. i'm guanlin hyung's boyfriend."
i called it. he's gay.
"nah, just kidding. i'm his brother."
THIS KID-
"he's upstairs in his room, i'll go with you there."
he led me upstairs to guanlin's room.
"does he know you're here?"
"yeah, i just called him."
"how old are you?"
"seventeen."
"oh so you're both mine and his hyung."
"he doesn't call me hyung though," i said, recalling our chat yesterday.
"he doesn't? he's usually very respectful though."
"pfft! him? respectful?"
"well, at least to those older than him."
"how old are you, by the way?" i asked him.
"fourteen," he answered. "and we're here!"
we stopped in front of a plain, big door. there was writing on top in chinese which i assume was guanlin's name.
"you're chinese?"
"yep. we were born in taipei. we moved here in seoul uhm..."
he started counting his fingers.
"two years ago."
"oh okay," i said, then glanced at the door. "is he in here?"
"yep, he never leaves his room." then he went closer to the door and started knocking loudly with a frustrated look on his face. "GUANLIN HYUNG! YOUR CLASSMATE'S HERE! OPEN UP!"
then he smiled at me. "he'll open it soon. bye!"
we both waved at each other and i watched as seonho went down the stairs.
cute.
then i heard someone suddenly knocking on the door.
