peach starbursts ━━ h.hj + k.sm

1.4

first person pov 4 - Hyunjin

Today Seungmin had to take an early bus, he texted me early this morning, and I had to take a late bus home. I was itching to talk to him all day.

This is so strange. I'm not used to this.

I'm antsy all night, I can't keep still. My leg is bouncing at dinner and I can't stop it. I can't focus on homework even though it's the only way I can pass time.

I can't remember the last time I was this excited for something. Or maybe I'm nervous.

I can't tell.

I'm lying on my bed now, waiting for it to be dark. I refresh my Instagram feed for the fourth time in a minute. Nothing.

I put down my phone and look outside. Still light. It's 8:06.

I pick up my phone and refresh my feed. Nothing.

I look outside. It's still light. 8:06. Now 8:07.

I don't know why I'm so worked up over this. It's obviously not just about the quality of his photographs.

It's clear I want to get closer to him. I don't know if I'm looking for a friendship or something else. I hate that I can't tell.

I open snapchat and take a blurry picture of my ceiling and send it to a friend from my old school. His name is Jisung, but we always called him Peter. He was an exchange student from Malaysia. I hope he's awake, he must be back in Malaysia by now.

He responds a couple of long minutes later.

It's a picture of his ceiling with the caption "what's going on?"

The wonderful thing about Peter is how well he knows me. I don't have to do much for him to know something is up.

I send back a similar picture of my ceiling, and type in there's a boy

I start to type something to message him when a facetime call pops up. It's Peter.

I answer, and before I can say anything he starts laughing.

"What?" I yell, exasperated, and he tries to calm down, breathing hard.

"Ohmygod you are so infatuated," he laughs.

"What! I don't even know him very well. I have no idea if I like him. I really don't know him that well!" I say defensively, and he keeps laughing.

"Oh you liiiiike him" he says, pitching up his voice like it's middle school.

"Stop!" I laugh, you can't be upset around Peter.

"Okay," he laughs, "at least tell me about him."

"His name is ... I start but trail off, running my hand through my hair as I look out my window to see the sun setting.

I look back and he's still laughing at me.

"Dear god I've never seen you quiet. What happened?"

I look at him and shrug, trying not to smile.

"Ohmygod it's him. Tell me something? Please?"

"Hey look I have to go. He runs this photography account and he's showing me pictures tonight. Talk later?"

"Okay," he smiles, and then starts to laugh again.

"Fix your hair."

"Thanks!" I smile, run my hands through it again, achieving an only crazier look.