Two years...

Two years?

Two years aren't a long time... right?

Two years since I last had seen him.

Two years since I had seen his freckles and his pink hair and boxy grin and tear stained cheeks.

Funny thing that we didn't even meet again on purpose.

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Two years.

Two years in what I both went back to normal habits and developed new ones.

The old habits being the constant loneliness - though not in the same sense as I used to. After Taehyung left the morning after he told me he would be sent to a christian academy, I instantly shut myself down from everyone again - on purpose this time.

I felt like a sulky child while doing so, but what should I say? I was upset man. The first and only guy I ever genuinely liked a lot just disappeared from one day to another.

So, I went back to being the lonely, quiet background character I always used to be. Or at least I tried to.

Because, being friends with Kim Taehyung had changed me in a way I would've never believed I could.

On one side, there were all the people I almost started a fight with whenever they ranted about Tae. I hadn't noticed that - to the other students - I had become sort of, the defender of the gays (no one of them ever realized that Tae wasn't gay, nor transexual but boring ass cis guy) and so people naturally either made it really clear that they avoided me or were suddenly super interested in me, wanting to know what happened to the 'queer pink hair' that always had been with me.

Latter only resulted that I felt like punching them across the face, but you know that wouldn't have been appropriate during school time.

Oh, and of course there was Jungkook. Poor boy tried his best to replace Tae as my best friend, but ended up being nothing less than a poor excuse of a friend.

Sorry Kookie, don't take this personally, but you always avoiding the topic 'Taehyung' as best as you can (because you're smart and don't want to worsen my mood) and trying to set me up with that girl from one grade above me, although I TOLD YOU A THOUSAND TIMES THAT I'M NOT INTO GIRLS, wasn't fun.

On the other side, there was this change that occurred with myself.

You may have noticed that I wasn't a person who cared particularly much about others but that had changed ever since Tae - well, at least for a few people, if you get what I mean.

I remember that dude, two years younger than me, sitting crying on a bench near the school. Weird enough I went to him and asked why he was crying. As he told me about his parents not accepting him being gay, and his crush bullying him because of this very reason I felt reminded of a certain pink haired boy who had to face similar struggles, yet didn't have one to cry his feelings out. That's probably why I sat down besides him and rubbed his back and stayed with him until he stopped crying.

Oh and of course there was still Chris.

I don't know when it happened but at some point this dude just started showing up on my way home, walking besides me while listening to some music with his earbuds, occasionally showing me some of the tracks he even produced himself.

Yeah, out of all people I spent the past two years with Chris - who surprisingly was the most comfortable to have around (no offense Kook).

I never had siblings but I imagine Chris being what comes closest to an older brother.

A sketchy, smoking older brother who constantly got into fights and generally was a rather bad influence. But a brother.

At least that's how it felt that day when I skipped classes, laying on the rooftop of our school with Chris sitting against the low wall besides me while typing away on his phone.

I felt a bit sleepy, with the warm sun engulfing me and the absolute quietness up here. So sleepy that I didn't even question why Chris was here in the first place.

His eyes wandered into my direction and rested on my pink-glittery nails.

"You used to paint them black."

I nodded lazily, "I know,"

"They don't match your outfit honey."

"You sound like my gay stylist."

"Black doesn't match pink."

My head turned surprised in his direction, "You think so?"

I smiled, "I think it's the most beautiful combination."

He didn't respond to this, just averted his gaze to the streets that were displayed in front of us.

I was half asleep already as he talked again.

"You're free next week right?"

"Not the whole week but we get a few days off, yeah?"

"Let's go to Suwon then, shall we?"

I frowned, finally lifting my head to properly look at the blonde.

Suwon?

Shall we?!

Besides that Chris never expresses himself in requests but orders ("you'll skip classes today Y/N"), Suwon was a ridiculously random idea.

"Why... Suwon?"

He shrugged, looking uninterested though I knew exactly that he practically burned on the inside, "Y'know just getting to know our culture."

I snorted way too loud, not being able stop myself from laughing, "Culture? You? I'm sorry Bang Chan but you're the biggest uncultured swine I've ever met."

He shrugged again, "You don't have to believe me."

I sighed and let my head fall back onto the floor with a low thump.

It were times like this where I missed Tae. My wonderful, open and honest best friend.

Who didn't contact me for two years. Whom I would sooner or later have to forget.

But time heals nothing, it just replaces memories, right?

I sighed, "Okay, let's go to Suwon then, idiot."

Chris' smile said more than a thousand words, but I didn't understand them.

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I'M SORRY THIS WAS BORING

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