First love
First love. As the name suggests, first love refers to the first time you feel or fall in love with someone. Everyone, regardless of age or gender, has experienced it at least once. Of course, I had my own first love. It didn't end well, though.
It was when I was 15, an age when I was very interested in love. On a bright spring day when cherry blossoms swayed in the wind, I went to school for the first time in the new semester with an excited heart like a little child visiting an amusement park. When I arrived at the classroom, feeling the wind and sunlight, only a quiet silence greeted me. Feeling something was strange, I hurriedly turned on my phone and checked the time. I checked the time and rubbed my eyes to see if I had seen it wrong, but there was no change to the fact that I arrived at school an hour earlier than my usual time.
"Yeah... why is the road to school so quiet..."
Feeling liberated, I sat in the back row of seats by the window, put on my earphones, and lay face down, looking out. I saw the deep blue sky and the petals fluttering in the wind. Perhaps it was the gentle, flowing song and the warm, enveloping sunlight, or perhaps I was just tired from waking up earlier than usual, but I closed my heavy eyelids and drifted off to sleep.
A few minutes later, I slowly opened my eyes to a commotion. I opened my eyes and looked out the window, searching for the source of the noise. I saw two or three friends, juniors, and seniors walking to school. Seeing that, I decided it was time to come to my senses, so I stretched and looked around the classroom. A boy was sleeping next to me. Thinking he might know me, I approached him to check his face.
"Wow... he's handsome..."
Approaching the boy, I took a closer look. He was a student I'd never seen before, with sharp eyes, long eyelashes, and a small face. It was the kind of face that would easily make anyone call him handsome. I stared at him blankly, then, as if entranced by something, I unconsciously reached out to touch his face. Then, the boy grabbed my wrist, frowned, opened his eyes, and spoke in a husky voice.
"What are you doing now?"
"Oh, I was just... looking at your face... Did you sleep well...?"
"huh"
"You know... why did you sleep next to me when there were so many other places to sleep?"
"just"
"Ah...huh?"
When I asked him why he was sleeping next to me when he woke up, out of all the other places he could be, his answer was as flat as flat cola. Just because? I thought there would be some small reason. Well... if it was my own selfish desire, I had slightly expected an answer like, 'Because you're pretty' or 'I like the way you sleep'. But he said just because. The more I thought about it, the more dumbfounded I became, and when I looked at him, the boy had already done his job and gone back to sleeping. I started staring at him, thinking, 'Okay... I'll just leave him alone and admire his face.' The boy must have sensed my gaze because he raised his body again and looked at me and asked.
"Why do you keep looking at me? Because I'm handsome?"
"Yeah. Because he's handsome."
"Really? Then keep watching."
With that, he lay down again and didn't go back to sleep, but continued to stare at me. As I was maintaining eye contact with the boy, I thought, 'Why am I doing this with a boy whose name and number I don't even know?' and turned to ask him for his name and number, but the boy grabbed my tie and pulled me closer, leaving about 20cm between us.
"What are you doing? Just look at me."
"No.. We don't even know your name or number.. Uh.. That's not what I meant... I was just going to write down your name and contact information so I could contact you later.."
I was momentarily startled and flustered, and answered his question awkwardly, like a broken robot. Hearing my nonsensical excuse, he chuckled and began writing something down on a small piece of paper. He then handed it to me and said in a playful tone,
"Did I just get your number? I'm Kim Taehyung. I'll definitely call you later, miss."
"What... what are you talking about, you crazy bastard..."
A kid named Kim Taehyung poked my cheek and said something strange, and I swore at him in embarrassment. Kim Taehyung laughed as if it was funny, and I tried to say something, but I was drowned out by the voices of students coming in one by one, and I couldn't say anything to Kim Taehyung. I just looked at the neatly written piece of paper.Kim Tae-hyung 010-1995-1230I looked at the text for a few minutes and then saved the contact information to my phone.
Handsome crazy guy Kim Taehyung
010-1995-1230