Tae Shin is a simple boy with simple dreams, who likes to hide his half-forgotten past into the shadows of his low self-esteem. Kim JaeHwan is a sole heir to a gigantic multi-billion conglomerate, who likes to reminisce the ghosts of his happy child...
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Tae Shin was in his JaeHwan-induced daze for a whole four days. He melted into a pile of boneless goo whenever JaeHwan waved at him, and then began to chant how wonderful of a person he was.
"Why don't you propose marriage to him? So I married a fan." ShiAhn scoffed, and Shin snapped out of his daze, horrified by the thought of him marrying JaeHwan.
"Why? Are you a homophobe?" ShiAhn threw the pencil on his open book, crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back in his chair. His hard eyes dared Shin to differ. ShiAhn came off as aloof, or sometimes emotionless, but he wasn't like that. ShiAhn just liked standing up for his beliefs. In that case though, Shin didn't know what he was saying.
"What is a homophobe?" Shin asked.
"Phobic of homosexuals. Like YooChan over here." ShiAhn slapped YooChan's back loudly, making him spit out the soda in his mouth. His spit mixed with orange soda stained the crinkly pages of his painstakingly handwritten homework, and an agitated YooChan screamed before grabbing ShiAhn's head and bashing it on the table.
Understandable. YooChan had spent three days trying to solve the sum he spilt the soda on.
"Be quiet!" A senior sitting two benches away hollered at them and pointed at the MAINTAIN SILENCE IN LIBRARY sign.
YooChan stood up and slammed his palms on the table. "This is my goddamned school! I can do whatever I want!"
"I'll rat you out to Principal Yoo," the senior threatened. Effectively, YooChan sat down and gave the senior a middle finger. The senior promptly returned it back.
"As I was saying, YooChan is a homo—"
"What are homosexuals?" Shin blinked.
"Really? You don't know? Go read in a dictionary or something, man. Gay people. Earlier it meant same gender, but now it's a whole ass fucking spectrum."
Homosexuals. Then, did Shin count as one of them?
Pretty boy. You like this, don't you?
Boys like you are filthy. No one likes them. You shouldn't tell anyone, okay? It'll be our little secret, pretty boy.
Shin's eyes watered. That night came alive in his closed eyelids once more, voices, sounds, drowning his voice. That monster's hand, clamped over his lips, his hands — ginormous — bigger than Shin's face, his body, everything, raking all over him. Sloppily, slowly, stretching the time longer and longer. Shin opened his eyes and the nightmare continued with his eyes open.
