Denial (4/?)
First it was a no... Then it turned to a yes... Now I'm starting to want a little piece of both. Greedy.
Okay, upon the revelation (of my f... Fe... Fuf... Feee-li--iing--s for Yoochun). I'm actually taking it in pretty good.
''uh, Junsu, your mouth is open,'' Yoochun asked me. Yeah, maybe I lied on the 'pretty good' part. But... Having feelings for Yoochun!? Don't tell me that's normal because what I know as normal was a guy liking a girl, he gets the girl, and they dated (possibly ending up getting married). Sure, he's flawless, a bit soft on the grip, maybe, but that doesn't mean I have to fall for him.
I turned around and headed for my seat and sat there. Mr Lee would be crying for joy if he saw me like that, he might even write a book about it: 'Kim Junsu: Old turned new' coming in bookstores near you!
P.S. Mr Lee.
If you did, I'd like 30% of the profit.
As I monologued once more to myself, Yoochun walked around the classroom, staring at me- he still thought I didn't know. His eyes were shining. There I go again, complimenting his features as if I was a fanatic. Wait, maybe I was only attracted to his features, the physical.
''hey, Yoochun,'' I curled up me strength and asked him a question, ''if a guy said someone was beautiful, what do you think they meant?''
Yoochun then stared at me for a minute or two, until he finally opened his mouth, ''then, he must like that girl.''
No! I cleared up the question and asked himonce more. ''What if he said a guy was beautiful?''
Now, Yoochun just gave a funny stare at me and he walked closer. I thought he was going to punch me- because if I hurt his feelings, I completely understand-
''It depends. Maybe... It was only a compliment-''
I gave a sigh of relief. All my praises about Yoochun were actually just praises.
''- but if he's constantly doing it... I guess he's not straight.'' And he smiled, weird kid. And he just reassured that I was gay! What a guy (not a compliment).
Our detention ended when a panting Mr Lee came in with a worried look. Turned out he totally forgot about our punishment- so that was why you never came in during detention. Was that the reason you're not a preschool teacher? Oh, too bad.
* * *
No, I'm soooo not liking him that way.
As much as I hate to admit it, I was starting to monologue like some lonesome guy who doesn't have a single friend to talk on his problems. If not, then I was starting to think like a girl, you know, when you're constantly thinking about someone and then sighs because that person felt too out of reach.
And no. I still don't believe I'm liking Yoochun in a gayish way. And I thought I was only praising him, since he was a beauty. Yeah. He's a beauty.
......
There I go again. It's okay, you're only praising him, right? And here comes my conscience monologing to me as if I was doing something wrong. I don't like him, alright?
It's been a few days since I last talked to Yoochun. Weird, huh? Even though we sat next to each other. The thing was, I wasn't the only one who thought Yoochun was great-looking, it seemed like the whole school thought so. And whenever it was recess, there'd always be a (few) group of girls barging into our class and surround Yoochun's desk -our class' girls hang out with him during self-study period- asking 'questions,' and since I sat next to his desk, I practically saw the whole thing, I even coincidentally wrote down the questions they asked him (I was bored, okay). Some of them were:
Girl: Oppa, why do you have such great skin?
Yoochun: Oh, nothing special, I just wash it daily. *smiles*
G: Oppa, why did you transfer schools?
Y: My family wanted to, they wanted to stay away from the busy life. *smiles*
G: Oppa, can you teach me how to do this question?
Y: Well, okay. *smiles and grabs paper*
G: Do you have a girlfriend, oppa?
Y: No. *smiles*
Gs: *squeal* Then, do you like anyone. Is she here!?
Y: ...... I guess so. *grins*
Okay, first thing was most of the girls were 3-year students so I'm sure those 'Oppa~!' were just so that they'll sound cute. Not all of them were like that though, some were okay and just called him Senior or just Yoochun. And 2nd, I beat them to the questions. And 3rd, some 2nd year just wanted to talk to him but even asked him some simple Math homework? Sheesh.
My comments were mostly rants but, oh well. And that day, I poured glue on some of the girls' hair- because I felt I ought to. The guys were watching and gave me a thumbs up- and when the girls started to squeal and jump around their hair got clumped and tangled and got stuck together and guess what happened? Some 3rd year shouted and thought someone drooled on her hair and the whole group started to shout and cry like crazy. I gotta admit, it was a sight worth waiting for, I mean really worth waiting AND watching. Sadly it ended with the crowd running outside without a word, only with a few shouts and (I believe) curses. It was surprising hearing bad words from a girl's mouth. So, the next class would start late that day, and I somehow felt like a hero.
And what's more was that I saw Yoochun laughing as well, though not LOL-ing like the other guys, but he laughed! He liked my prank!
I guessed he had another charm aside from his smile. Wait, did I say charm? I meant... He's okay. Wait, why do I have to correct myself? I'm monologing. Argh!
So, my pranking days went on as usual. And I kind of felt more confident after knowing I got the newbie's approval. Ah, another blessing for me to do my dirty work. Hehe. Thanks Yoochun... Err... For laughing...
* * *
''Oppa, where do you live?'' a girl asked when school ended that day. Yoochun greeted their arrival with his usual bright- and I mean, really bright- smile. And I still can't get enough of it.
My heart thumped for a moment while I annoyingly watched the girl asking Yoochun for a walk home. Meh, knowing Yoochun, I'd say he'd agree-
''Sorry.''
-immediately. ... He rejected her offer? He REJECTED!? Man, I knew I just met him for about a week but, him rejecting people? Then, my image of him has changed a little, again.
Why did he reject her?
As I wondered at the unbelievable sight, Yoochun glanced at me and grinned, ''Junsu promised that he'd show me around the neighbourhood. Right, Junsu?''
My dazed self just nodded. It wasn't after a minute or two that I just realised I agreed myself to a walk with Yoochun. It's not a date. Don't worry. And again, my conscience 'talked' to me as if I was thinking of something absurd.
''Yoochun, where do you live anyway?'' I asked in hope of creating a friendly mood with my 'new-friend'. He giggled and turned to me,
''It's not like you don't know. Ain't that right, Mr Stalker?'' And a smirk came out of the beauty's face. Quite disturbing actually.
My head went wild and crazy. Oh yeah, I guessed I did stalk on Yoochun a few days before. And he knew??? Thank God there wasn't anyone around in class when he said that.
Another 'common' found.
We're both noticeable stalkers it seemed.
In the tension I was in, I accidentally shook my table resulting the stationeries bouncing off it. It seemed I was nervous- no, it wasn't because of Yoochun attractively husky voice.
I gave out a sigh and went down to reach for my pencils and rubber, Yoochun wanted to help but I insisted on doing it myself since it was only a few things that fell. Then I got up. And get this, Yoochun suddenly called me
''Hey, Duck Butt!''
''Huh? What did you just call me?'' I glared at Yoochun, signalling I was annoyed.
''Duck Butt,'' he answered clearly -and happily.
''And why is that?'' I asked again, and Yoochun showed me his phone and opened a video which was just recorded a moment ago. My eyes widen, it was a video of me getting up from crouching on the floor and the posture I made seemed like a perfect S-line.
''S-line, Duck Butt.'' Yoochun looked at me while showing hand gestures, looked down and gave a laugh. I sensed that he was amused? Sure enough. My annoyance just rised up the bar as my eyes scanned Yoochun to find anything I could use to get him back. Then I remembered his name 'YooCHUN.'
''Oh yeah, Chicken Face!?'' I shouted but was in no use. Yoochun was already outside of the classroom, calling my name.
I walked to his side in a hurry and we started walking. After a few seconds or so...
''Chicken Face's fine,'' he suddenly voiced up, ''I never had a nickname before, so you can call me by that anytime.''
''Only if you don't tell anyone about Duck Butt.'' I gave a condition.
''Roger that, Duck Butt.''
''Yeah. Yeah. Chicken Face.''
He grabbed my shoulder and showed a childish smile. I felt a buzz in my ear again and looked away from his face; burrying the feeling that that came.
It's gonna be a looooong walk to home.