Denial (2/?)
Just like a hot day, I always question why you ever come here; in the end you're the one I think about all day.
So, there I was, not giving a damn attention at the front door, until HE came in and in an instance I was practically jaw dropping. I felt like my eyes and brain were deceived, in a peculiar way.
''Hey, Junsu. Helloooo! KIM JUNSU!!!'' A friend called from the seat in front but was in vain. I didn't answer. Because my heart was pounding like crazy, even if my brain knew the new kid was a guy (since he was wearing pants). And somehow, I felt vexed and annoyed at the same time. I thought maybe... Wait.
Oh no. Oh no no no no no!!! My thoughts that time changed immediately. Yeah. Some person I payed attention to. Good posture, great skin and well, some aura I could not explain why it was there. All I felt was the presence of something seemingly beautiful.
To put it easily, my first impression of the guy: he looked like a girl. Yet, not like a girl. To be frank, he's manly but cute at the same time. How do you say... um... Pretty boy?
''This is your new classmate, Park Yoochun,'' oh, so his name is Yoochun. Great name... Wait, WHY am I paying attention? I shouldn't be, should I? Whatever. It's not like I'll let myself involve. Yeah, no relation, Yoochun and Junsu will not have any relations at all in the future.
Yeah, and that was what I decided that time. But... In a way, God may had wanted to get me back on the pranks I did before, and so I blame myself that day because the teacher said Yoochun should sit next to me since the seat was newly emptied (before, there was a girl who sat there, but she wanted to change to the front row because I teased her too much).
I couldn't say no because the teacher strongly believed that I'm the type who'd change when given the 'opportunity'. And back then, homeroom teachers were like anti-sin-saints full of hope and sunshine, they practically want ALL students to become good and responsible. They're nice, but I knew everybody would agree when I say their way of approach was kind of boring -except for class 1 of 3rd year, Miss Weeson. She was the only single-in-early-twenties beauty homeroom teacher who had a fun and happy-go-lucky attitude in our school back then. And get this, she's like the cashier in beauty-salons: friendly, great smile, great body and stylish. Oh, she was a bombshell. Now, enough of her. Let's get back.
At first, I thought the only thing we'd have incommon was that our seats were next to each other but noooooo, I ended up being his 'tour-guide.' So talking to him was inevitable. But I didn't talk to him until it was time to change class, since, well, Yoochun didn't know where the Chemistry lab was yet. And the first thing he asked me? Aside from 'where's the lab' was:
''Is the Chemistry teacher a woman?''
I answered, ''hmm? ...'' because I unknowingly felt annoyed by the question and then his faced frowned. Don't ask me why, but when he frowned I kind of felt down. Was it guilt or...?
During Chemistry class that day, we sat next to each other and my Lord, it was so annoying! Every second he had, his mouth would just open and ask me some pretty weird questions, one of it was, ''is the teacher 50?'' Which, truthfully made me grin.
The school's Chemistry teacher, he was actually in his mid-thirties that time but really, if you didn't read his files, you would think he was some kid's grandfather. He'd look old, and I mean really old!
As I grinned after he asked me the question, he suddenly got up and shouted like a child, ''Aha!'' with a big smile. Yoochun's smile, not like a teenagers, looked pure and full of joy, it was bright, really bright, like a child's.
For a second, I was in awe, but for THAT second only, because as soon as Yoochun finished shouting the whole class turned our way- including the teacher- Yeah... That was embarrassing. Seriously embarrassing. Good thing the teacher let us off the hook since the student involved was a newcomer. Lucky?
And...
That day after school, as I made my way from school to my house, I saw him, Yoochun. And... Weird, isn't it? That time, I had the urge of secretly following him. Well, you could say I was a stalker and I maybe were, but the emotions I felt made me go and follow. So if people said I stalked a guy, so let it be. Like I'd care.
Now then, after I followed Yoochun from about 5 metres away for a while, he suddenly stopped, stared at his right and smiled. At first it was strange, and I was nervous if he had blew my camouflage- standing behind the trunk of a tree that time- then he talked to himself.
''Somethings are better kept inside.''
And he left, taking his shadow and my stalking urge with him. I can still remember my thoughts of him as the autumn wind blew onto my face and 'plucked' some of the dried leaves from nearby trees and bushes. I can even remember Yoochun's lean figure, he looked fine, so fine.
And... At that time...
Second impression of Park Yoochun: annoying and surprisingly loud. Oh yeah, has a pretty face that gives a great looking smile. But also... hmm... A bit odd. Hiding something, Yoochun?