"What's it like to have a dream?" Sofia sighs and rests her head on the table.
I tilt my head and thought about how I could phrase it as simple as possible. "You know you won't give up on it."
She sighs again. "It's almost the end of high school for me and yet..." She sits up again. "I still don't know what I want to do." Her eyes were locked on the table as a pout forms on her lips.
"You don't have to know now. There's no rush. Just keep going with the flow. Once you know you want to do something, you'll naturally work extra hard for it." I slowly stand from my chair and pick up her empty ramen bowl. "I know it's sad girl hour for you but I need to get back to work."
"Sure, sure. Go ahead and earn money for your future." She grabs her school bag off the floor and stands too. "Call me later. I'm going to school."
I chuckle. "Sorry to flex."
"Oppa wants you to go watch his basketball game later by the way." She slings her bag over her shoulder and starts walking towards the door.
I walk with her. "Are you going?"
"You know I can't."
"Part time job?"
She nods once.
The automatic door opens.
"Have fun without me."
"You know I wont," I smile.
Instead of smiling back, she crunches her nose. It was a habit of hers. She then waves goodbye and I do the same.
I watch her go before going back to the counter and trashing her bowl.
Sofia has been my best friend for the longest time along with her older brother Hansol. People even mistake the three of us as siblings because of how close we are. Though she is a year younger than me, and I am a year younger than Hansol, we still managed to be as mature as each other.
"Haneul come here!" Seungcheol oppa (my co-worker) screams at the top of his lungs.
I rush to the stock room where he was. "What?!"
"Look," he points at a couple of boxes on the floor. "New potato chip flavours."
You're kidding?
"Can't wait to try them." He rubs his hands together.
"You're such a dork."
Seungcheol oppa is 21 but has the mind of a 12 year old. Every little thing seems to excite him.
I guess it's a good thing though.
We've only known each other for a few months but he's so chill that the 2 year age difference seems not to be there.
I've been working at this job for 2 years now but he's definitely my favourite co-worker so far.
"You'd be bored here without me," he snickers.
"Whatever."
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Brother Chwe
Today 5:14 PM
Our basketball game got canceled but come to the courts anyway
Im tired tho
Just come you lazy peanut
Why tho
Bc I said
I dont want to tho
Im coming to get you.
(seen)
I groaned in annoyance and got out of bed. I finished work 3 hours ago and even had a nap. But that wasn't enough to energise me to go out apparently. I text Hansol back and said I'll go.
He never listens to me anyway.
I threw on a black hoodie then slipped into a pair of sneakers. "I'm heading out!" I yelled as I opened the front door.
"Don't come back too late!" My mom yells back.
"I'll be with ChweHan!" I close the door after that.
My parents won't care if I don't come back for a week now that they know I'll be seeing that 'brother' of mine. They trust him more than me. He's pretty much their favourite child.
~
The basketball courts were full of sweaty guys in baggy shorts as per usual. It reeked too.
"Why did you want me here so bad?" I pinch my nose trying hard to get rid of the sweaty stench.
Hansol throws me a ball and grins. "Shoot hoops for a sec, I'll be back."
"Wait-"
He runs off without another word.
Why bother asking me to come when you're just going to leave!
I throw the ball at the hoop with as much force as I could manage. It bounces off the rim then drops back onto the court. With a few thud, thud, thud's it eventually stops and rolls to a corner.
"Why so aggressive?" A familiar voice asks behind me.
I turn to see the slim figure of Jeon Wonwoo. I've never talked to him really. I just know of him because of Hansol. They're in the same basketball team. He's the mvp actually.
"Just tired and cranky." I shrug.
"Fair." He passes me the ball in his hand. "Try shooting properly."
I pass the ball back. "I can't."
"Okay, then I'll show you." He takes one step back, he was now behind the 3 point line. "If I make this, what would you give me?"
I shrug. "A high 5?"
He smiles, "I'll take it." He takes the shot and sure enough, it goes in.
I clapped for him slowly.
"I'll keep taking shots until I miss," he says. "Prepare your hand I'm about to give you a lot o f high 5's."
Cocky, noted.
He took shot, by shot, by shot. All perfectly swishing the net. By the 7th shot he says, "what do I get if I get this one in?"
"A fist bump." I answered.
"How about your heart?"
I was taken aback.
He flashes a smile and takes the shot which of course, he didn't miss. He looks at me shyly.
I wasn't sure if I was supposed to say something.
"And if I get this one in," he says, "it means I like you."
It was another swish. Another, freaking, swish.
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A/N: Tell me what you think?
