I Got A Feeling

You were pissed by all the shit happening within our world. Well, who isn't?

You decided to just write that paper due whenever. Still too pissed, you just decided to watch some shit saved on your laptop. Being the curious guy that I am, I asked you what the fuck you were going to watch. 

You clicked on a Kwiyomi Vid by some guy named Ilhoon. Seriously, that shit was wack as fuck. I dont know how much he got paid to do that, but yeah, I enjoyed it. Not because it was good, but because you were the one I watched it with.

I was too shocked when you removed an earphone and asked me to put it on. "Is this really happening?" I thought. I put it on without hesitation. Suddenly, I found myself being engulfed by my emotions. I managed to control it, because if I didn't, it would be the end of me, of us.

You asked me if I wanted to watch Running Man with you. I know you knew what I would answer. The moment you clicked on that video, I became scared of what would happen. If the people around us notice, we'll be the object of their chatter, and I know you hate that. If they cooperated, how would I make the viewing experience not awkward? Will we get to finish this shit? Do you like me at least a little now?

Thankfully, I did not let these thoughts get to me. A while later, we were laughing together. That was some funny shit right there. And I like your anti-JoKwon comments, how you wanted him to get eliminated already, and how you hate how gay he is. Eunjung was in that episode, but I couldn't make much comments about her.

The whole time we were watching, I was too busy containing all my feelings for you. I could've confessed that time, but I didn't. I didn't want the moment to end just because I got a little too carried away. I suddenly noticed that we were the only ones left on that side of our world. All our comrades were on the other side, and I knew what they were thinking. " Those two are having a moment, don't say anything, let them be" "Are you happy now, bro?" I was thankful that they knew what to do to make our moment last.

I was always waiting for scenes with a dark background. That way, your perfectly white and shining face would be so visible on the screen of your laptop. I could monitor how you look like when you smiled, when you were serious, when you were laughing. But I still paused from watching the show to look directly at your face every now and then. Damn it! You're gorgeous. I even find that pimple you scratched yesterday to be cute. Goddamn it! Am I really this serious about you? 

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Note:
Since the writer doesn't feel like writing "fairy tales" anymore (he was just in a vulnerable state when he started writing the first one), he'll just write his thoughts here because apparently, he's too fucking in love to care about what's going on in the world (he still fanboys over Hello Venus and Girls' Day occasionally, though). Get ready for some mushiness, folks. (woah! I almost forgot that this blog doesn't even have an audience)

Failed again.

Ever since I lost motivation in life, I got bombs in exams here and there. I'm was too pissed at myself for not trying my best yet I don't do anything about it. If I got paid for every night that I worried whether I will graduate as an ECE Student or not, I'll be... I don't really know. *sigh*

To brush off all my worries, I decided to go to a Korean culture fest in our home college with a bunch of my friends. One of our high school friends was competing in the speech contest but I know we didn't come just for that. We went because we saw that as an opportunity to look at girls and hope for "sparks." Also, I got information that the girl my best friend had a crush on for a while now was competing too.(Let's call her Kimchi).Too much "sparks"-searching.

Honestly, shit that went down there got really boring instantly. Aside from abyssmal singing, gayness, and overly delusional fangirls, we missed Kimchi's performance(which others said was horrible as well), our high school friends stuttered during her speech, and none of the performers passed our standards(and my standards back then was pretty low). I wanted to leave as soon as I can, if only we didn't meet our sunbaes there. *sigh*

It was the last performance of the event and my eyes suddenly got attracted to a pair of beautiful white legs. She was wearing pink shorts back then, white shirt which stuck to the contours of her perfectly fine body, and tied her hair in a ponytail. I was stunned. My friends also took notice of her, and immediately, we assessed her just like how boys do every time a half-decent girl passes by. They didn't like her that much, and I, being the shy boy that I am, agreed. But still, we cheered as load as we could because finally, a "half-decent" girl was on stage.

Loving you~ ooohhhh~ oohhhh~
나 어떻게 what should I do~

"Perfect," I mumbled to myself.

They got down from the stage and immediately went for the open area next to the dressing room. Since I had connections, I could go to that area without getting scolded, and I did. I got a closer look at her. She was as white as the shirt she was wearing, yet her height and her braces turned me off a bit.(Back then, I liked petite girls, preferably with geeky glasses, and I was not an advocate of braces). Still, there was this ghost inside me that said "Hell Yeah!" when I got a closer look.

"Perfect," I mumbled to myself.

I realized that I wouldn't really get another chance to see that girl again, so I just brushed off those worthless feels back then. I never thought destiny would pave a way.