HTGAB101 :: changlix ✔︎

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Step Six: S.K.I.N.S.H.I.P. Don't be afraid to touch him; he's not made of lava (though he may seem hot enough to be)! This doesn't mean jumping on his neck like a trampoline. Rather, if you're exchanging pencils in class, don't hesitate to let your hand linger on his!

I'm reminded of today's advice for getting a boyfriend as I pull out a pencil to give to Changbin. Apparently, we are starting this new thing called FROG (which stands for Friendship, Respect, Opportunity, and Gratitude) which means that at the end of the day I spend half an hour with Changbin and six other lucky students.

It's the eight of us and a teacher.

I'm in a group with Changbin (hurray!), Minho (whoot whoot!), Jisung (huzzah!), Seungmin, Hyunjin, and a nerd named Chan. And also a literal kid named Jeongin... I think he was bumped up a grade. We range from sophomores to seniors, with Chan being the oldest and Jeongin as the youngest.

The FROG teacher (PFFT) is named Mr. Park. FROG is basically just going to be half an hour at the end of each Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, and we have fun worksheets and learning-opportunity-providing activities. I can't wait.

Right now, Changbin wants a pencil, because who would have thought that you'd need a blob of graphite wrapped in wood for a fun class called FROG?

Nobody would have thought that. Nobody, except for the designer of this worksheet.

It looks something like this:

Name: __________
Date: ___________
Teacher: ________

1.) State your three best attributes:
_________________________

2.) State your three worst attributes:
_________________________

3.) State three ways you can improve yourself:
_________________________

4.) State three ways you can make the world a better place:

_________________________

5.) State three things you can do to keep the environment healthy:
_________________________

So, yeah, tons of fun. I'm almost done filling it out, and Changbin raised his hand to ask Mr. Park (whose full name is Park Jinyoung, just like five of the alumni) if we have to hand it in. Apparently, we don't, so I erase my answers and start over. I see Jisung doing the same thing, and smirk to myself. This is why we're best friends.

If a teacher isn't going to look over it, what's the point of keeping my responses civilized? I'm going to release my pent-up tension in the form of answers. It's going to be epic.

When I'm done fixing my answers, this is what my sheet looks like:

Name: Lee Felixsksksksk
Date: I don't have a date yet ;)
Teacher: Jay Why Pee

1.) State your three best attributes:
My face, my face, and my face.

2.) State your three worst attributes:
Also my face, my face, and my face.

3.) State three ways you can improve yourself:
Redesign my face.

4.) State three ways you can make the world a better place:
-free chicken nuggets
-free access to google (wait don't we have that already)
-free access to all-you-can-eat-buffets

5.) State three things you can do to keep the environment healthy:
-save the turtles
-and i oop
-use a hydroflasksksksksk

When Changbin returns the pencil, I hold my hand near his for just a moment longer, enough for me to miss the warmth once it leaves. Someday, his wife is going to be a happy lady.

I wish I could be a happy lady.

I lean into his shoulder and pout. "Changbin, this is so boring." Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that I've stopped stuttering around him. It's hard not to feel comfortable when he's nearby. Changbin has a sort of calming presence, one that reminds me of why I like him so much. While he's witty, funny, and occasionally chaotic, he also has a soft and serious side that I like.

He chuckles and ruffles my hair. Thank goodness he can't see my red face right now, because that would be HELLA embarrassing.

"Only five more minutes," he whispers. "You'll make it."

Remind me, again... how did I manage to befriend this gorgeous popular boy?

But wait, it's too soon to be thinking about that... because his hand is still in my hair from when he ruffled it. Why am I not freaking out? THE Seo Changbin has his fingers in between my strands of hair, and... ah, there it is.

The weird feeling where my heart turns into mashed potatoes and my blood turns to gravy. Boy, am I thankful that I'm friends with Changbin.

It's called love... but wait. Do I love Changbin? I thought it was a crush.

Oh, well.

I suppose that when one has liked someone for forever, it turns into love, eventually.

The realization doesn't surprise or scare me that much. I think... even if Changbin doesn't like me, even though he probably doesn't like any boy, he's not the type to be rude about it. I feel safe putting my heart in his hands, because I know he'll handle it carefully. Albeit, he doesn't know about my feelings, so there isn't much kind rejection—yet.

But I can't think of myself without the part of me that loves him.

Loves him.

Because I love Changbin.