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❝ i had known him since middle school. he was always so quiet and intimidating. he seemed so brooding till you got to know the little nerd within him.
it's so amusing to think he hated me at first. i always annoyed him on library day while he was reading. when he'd look up at me from his book across the table, the anger was almost tangible. he taught me that word in 6th grade. i only bothered him because i admired him and his smarts. it was the typical thing where the boy is mean to the girl because he likes her yet i didn't romantically like him then.
one day though, when i said hello to him he closed his book and said hello back. it was so unlike him. i was honestly taken aback but i recovered quickly and attempted to start a conversation; he responded to every sentence i said. after that, he'd respond to me every library day.
we soon started sitting by each other at lunch. it took me a long time to convince him to handle me for that long but he did in the end. anytime he'd take his glasses off to clean them, i'd steal a fry or a grape off of his tray. when he'd put his glasses back on he'd just go back to whatever we were doing before. i think he eventually caught on to me but didn't say anything. it seemed to impress people that i was his friend and we were close much less.
when we got paired together for a project, it was the first time we had seen each other out of school. our parents met and talked while we ran off to each other's rooms to start working. even when we were done with the project, we still begged our parents to let us go to the other's house.
by the end of our 7th grade year, we were best friends. we worked together on every project, paper, and report. we stayed at each other's houses almost every weekend. during the summer we practically lived at the pool.
in the 8th grade, we had figured out our places. i had made other friends and so did he. yet as all best friends should be, we were still just as close as we could be. when sports season came around i played soccer and he'd come to every single home game i played. yet, things got messy when girls started liking me.
i thought i liked one so when she confessed i said yes. that ended as soon as it started. when she kissed me on our second date i knew i wasn't into it. i think after 3 girlfriends i realized maybe ladies weren't for me. it was about this time that i guess i started getting closer to another guy on the soccer team, minghao. he was very open about his sexuality and it surprised me. he had moved from china as a young boy to south korea so he wasn't so aware of the unsupportive culture here. he didn't mind the stares he got and such so i went to him for help. in the end, he told me i was probably gay. i didn't think about too much until high school.
god, where do i begin here? wonwoo and i still spent a lot of time together and older guys would tease us for being so close and call us, i hate this word, faggots. we didn't mind at first but soon wonwoo told me he actually liked boys and it made him uncomfortable. i instantly was supportive and understanding because, well, i like them too.
