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Chapter one
Chapter one || Reality
I’ve kept everything hidden so well. But lately, it’s dawned onto me that he doesn’t seem interested anymore. Not that he seemed interested in the beginning. But, I can’t go on like this. It’s difficult. Either I tell him, or I just stop the emotion in one go. Of course I want to tell him, you think I haven’t been wanting to since day one? I don’t know, maybe I did tell him when I was young, but back that I wasn’t serious. Right now, I’m not sure whether I’m serious or not.

Our family is having BBQ this evening. Once again, he’s been invited. Not a big surprise there, he’s practically my brother (though I’m glad he’s not). Guests started arriving three hours before the arranged time. Which was alright, my family had already prepared. I had a little brother and littler sister. My brother couldn’t walk yet, but my sister. Oh… my sister, yes. She was a pain already. But, we loved her for that – it was her speciality to be annoying. (Much like mine to my friends, must be genes). We escorted our guests to the living room where the flat screen TV was showing the latest DVD that had been released.

Finally, ten minutes after six o’clock, he finally came. Jongmin finally decided to arrive, along with his family. I was watching them from the third floor from my parent’s bedroom. I squealed inwardly as he walked through my door. Calming myself, I headed to my room, to get myself ready. I’m not a pro at styles, so I didn’t have much of the latest fashion things out there that seemed to be in style. I much rather liked to stick with hoodies that were loose. They were comfortable. But this evening, I changed my hoodie for a brown leather jacket with a hood. And under that jacket I wore a green flowy blouse, it may sound like it doesn’t match, but believe me, it does. I put on some green skinny jeans and headed down, wearing my slippers.

Trying my best not to look at his eyes, I averted my gaze to his parents who were smiling. Jongmin, I couldn’t help but notice, wore his usual style, a zip-up hoodie with strands on the sides, loose jeans and a graphic t-shirt. He wasn’t paying much attention to anything, but honestly, he rarely does. When he turned to me, instead of usually hiding behind a ‘what-you-looking-at’ look, I hid behind a smile. Heart drumming fast, I walked over to the kitchen and saw the progress on the BBQ. It won’t be long before the meal was to be done. I smiled, Chicken BBQ is yummy, in all honesty, I think it’s the best.
I had later realized Jongmin had followed me into the kitchen and was now picking on some spring rolls that had just been recently cooked.

“Careful, they’re still hot.” I said, warning him. He only gave me a nod of acknowledgement. Like I said, we don’t speak often.

I finished checking on things, since my mom asked me to from upstairs, and with my mission completed, I went back upstairs like what I usually did during these kinds of events – shy away from everyone. I told my mom about the progress of the food, and she thanked me. I nodded, and went to my room. I was just about to place my laptop on my lap, when I heard a knock on the door. I opened it, only to find Jongmin, I swallowed my saliva and answered, “yes?”

“Err,” he scratched the back of his head, “my mom told me to come up here and keep you company, since you always seem to be up here on your own.”

Heart beating fast I answered him, “sure, come on in.”

And, I opened the door wider. He stepped inside and curiously looked around the room. I sheepishly grinned at him when he questioningly looked at my desk, which was covered in junk, school books, pencil cases, and beauty care. What can I say, I’m an organized pig. I bet his room is more organized, wait, from what I remember, it is organized properly. He then took a step toward my laptop. I stared at his hand, reaching for it, and grabbed his hand.

…That was when reality took place. I was gripping onto his hand. Something I thought I’d never do again, and… surprisingly, he took my hand and gripped it as well. Hmm, what does that mean then?

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