The Reason's

Part 2

THE ABUNDANCE of world affairs bearing the admiration I can say a lot. Such as the shade of the sky in every climate. Orange leaves in autumn, snow dolls in winter carved by small children, puspita dance welcomes spring, as well as people who feel quite over the fresh mint ice cream in the park that is rained down on the hot summer heat.

Yesterday the first dialogue I started with him began, someone who became a cause of my freedom adored something.

Free, and not wrong. No one will blame or be blamed in love.

The pace churned as I met the look in those eyes looking at the universe. Straight and hateful. Iris Netra paints an implied wound that not just anyone can watch, but I can. So, please don't hurt me when this fingers hit the camera shutter. It was so beautiful invisible to my eyes that I fell in love. Can't stand me wanting to make it.

Who is immune to being hit by snow? Maybe I'm the only one that's meant. His choices are as snow-worthy as minus degrees. But, thank you. The signal refreshed the messiness of my overtime brain. As the chunks of ice fluttered against the walls of the glass filled with juice, it was drunk on the barren gap of Korean soil.

Rumors also led my body to dive closer into the meaning of his war. None of the issues about it have been proven. People recommend a brand owner Yoon Sara as a selective type that is reliable to play a role and deceive the interlocutor with sarcastic sharpshoots. The contrast of the picture is precisely in the color of my eyes feels blue, the lioness admiral is lonely. I don't know why.

"Before I leave, you don't want to be friends with me?"

Not understanding anymore, what silly words have I been saying exactly? Not necessarily he was lonely, but it was very interesting to accompany Yoon Sara. Even though I have to get used to it because looks are always friends.

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"You're still struggling with the camera?"

My movements paused when someone of field stature before me asked. The sound of the camera snap already answered first, capturing vintage-inspired objects from the proportions of the two-cup latte layout which to me is very aesthetic. Lyrically for a moment the questioner, then I continued the first sip at the mouth of the cup. Come on, this guy was waiting for more answers than just a greeting from the shutter. Because the direction of the face has not been switched and full of curiosity.

"I told you, where might I leave my hobby," I commented later while putting the cup back on the floor.

The person who now frowned both eyebrows quite satisfied by his own series of classic answers, was my pal since the age we had not reached the head of one. He is the neighbor across the house who became the first creature to color the monochrome life of the only son Kim. Even as victims of the plague from complicated times between us.

Jeon Jungkook's. The community knows JK, a talented young judo who is quite respected by some of the campus bandits. The structure of the face can be deceitful, visible from the face of Jungkook is not as scary as anyone can predict. Fresh lips combined with large eyeballs gave a naive impression of my relatives on this one.

I want to reach the maximum level. The sassy Jungkook activity was applied without warning, grabbing the camera located next to my cup. Refuse to excuse yourself, just tamper with it.

"Not changed, you love taking pictures of the sky. And as always if you take it, the quality of the results is more amazing for a pocket camera." Frequently the thin beat of the slide button that Jungkook sneaked denied silence. The focus is reluctantly contested proven on a tough carved forehead kernyit. "And..oh!"

Suddenly the mighty thumb got Jungkook delayed pressing the next button. I saw the galaxy's net is a bit round, her pupils dilated.

"I just found out you like to photograph people as objects" he continued. Jungkook's lingering eyes filled with interrogations analyzing many things from the water changes in my face. While the hand was stuck out with the pocket camera, he pointed at his display. "Who is this girl?"

I understood Jungkook's twinkle in eyes that seemed amazed. These twelve years can indeed be counted the finger of our discussion regarding the issue of women. Not a few of us care about the condition of the Eve, including when it is important to discuss. And this first, he met my misbehavior.

"Oh, someone special ?"

Kayah, it feels like being scammed with two sacred words. It's a danger to the corner of my lips just popping up to the top of my smile. I pursed his lips, but he was so stubborn. It's free. The result is the bottom of my lips bitten slowly, wrong behavior.

The index finger was already tapping on the table without a regular rhythm, I did it for no reason anyway. I'm embarrassed because every organ is hard to get under control. Looking for the most comfortable entity to look at, anywhere as long as this attention is not affected by Jungkook's judgmental messems. It's contagious, you know. This guy's fucker.

If this is how Jungkook investigates someone's feelings, he is quite thumbs up. I can no longer deny that our months on the subject of the photo were the young girl in the park yesterday, the ice cream connoisseur as cold as her integrity.

"He's my friend in one major. I photographed him because...doesn't he look very fresh when combined with the background?" my pretext, trying to explain to Jungkook to misbehave faster towards the end and we can change our minds seriously. My index finger presented the particles we needed to discuss, in addition to the personal topic of the girl. "Look, the background this time is summer and it makes him a very beautiful object. Even this mint ice cream in his grasp really gave him a refreshing cool impression. You agree with me?"

It seems Jungkook is not interested in making Yoon Sara a serious topic. Or maybe he's waiting for the right moment for that special discussion about the girl to come off my lips. Just his head, trying to understand. Back print-tap the button to explore our conversation, continued I tinker with the pocket camera.

"I heard he hates men."

I managed to get Jungkook's attention back when he said so. Wrinkling his forehead, dazed. As if body and mind had not shown a single path at all, I bothered him who was thinking hard.

"Who do you mean?"

"The girl you saw in the picture."

He didn't answer me anymore, his focus was on the camera. A moment of silence struck and it was the right time for me to sip back a cup of hot latte that almost lost its temperature advantage. I'm not the warm summer coffee drinker type of Jungkook, but I think it's my way of looking mature.

"Introduce me to him" Jungkook interrupted suddenly. Thanks to him for making me choke now.

I coughed. "Why suddenly? I don't think you're interested."

"Your friend means my friend too, isn't that our principle?"

Turning his eyes and letting out a thin sigh, Jungkook needed to know the form of frustration I had just experienced. "It's not easy, you know? She's different from other women."

"Sama, when you were able to conquer it. Come, Tae. You must have that skill," chirped my friend from twelve years ago, his eyes peeking full of provocation. Even I doubt his spontaneous sentence was fertilized from the forerunner of contemplation.

We both chuckled and opened our eyes twice, without saying anything.

Shit, we're like two dog people. The pleasantries laugh at Jungkook's absolutely non-essential babble. The two eyebrows of Jungkook raised at a glance, as if capable of being driven by a woman once blinked one eye. Indeed yes, it could be a fact after there is progress on the ability of responsiveness to the Eve. I assure. But it remains to be questioned when that happens.

Decak is as bad as I am ending the duration of our awkward giggles. "Talk as if you've just conquered three-quarters of all the women in Korea, realize you haven't even taken a picture with a woman other than your mother."

He grinned as the face bowed in embarrassment. "I know, yeah, haha. Those are the words that bad guys often say in dramas."

Her lips are Jeon Jungkook.

In addition, this is the first time I heard my friend was really enthusiastic about virginity.

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AKU and Jungkook are like mirror reflections on the surface of water ripples, similar but somehow it feels different. Even at the age of responsibility for opening two heads, we have not decided to separate in addition to the issue of the chosen majors. Journalism has fused with his soul, while I prefer fine art. The fondness of the aesthetics of earth jewelry naturally makes me easy to tie dear. Camera as a medium of communication with nature, my love.

By the way, my residence is in opposition to Jeon's modest palace in Jungnang district. The night after graduation we even spent in the same soju store, accompanied by a favorite object and each of them condemned the decision behind the chest room. The year I was referring to was the beginning of the official Jungkook age climax tasting wine. Actually I was two years first, but less guts big enjoy the first soju alone until Jungkook invited.

Finished scraping empty seconds with Jungkook off campus, the stamp of a supele art boy ruled my forehead when entering the department and sitting in the classroom. People thought colors blessed my life and transmitted thousands of pastel colors to the lucky ones I gave attention to. Though I am not the conglomerate, nor the priyai even the nobleman whose assets are spread in every eye looked. Instead of a teaser even once, just found one woman just feel criss-crossed.

"Kim Taehyung."

Someone called my name who just laid a bag on the table. Today's class hasn't started yet, maybe in a moment. Lucky it looks like the lecturer is still stuck in traffic downtown. Just guess what, what is certain is that the sagging facial lines of the aging sign and the masculine baritone tone of his trademark have not been obvious to greet the class.

The perpetrator who stole my gaze from the bag, greeted me with a hand outstretched hand with another bag of brown ivory paper coated with a black cat motif that is described as painstakingly reaching the point of the handle rope. For the next time I call him Hoseok from Jung Hoseok, my friend who majored in the Korean millennial pop music addict. He almost remembered all the rookie groups that had just debuted, as well as the senior group. His fashion style is also similar.

"I got this from someone, he said to you," he said. I received the gift hesitating. Exploring each side of the bag for a moment, making sure it wasn't a joke or a gift from a stranger I didn't know. Then explore the burden within.

"And you know who that stuff is from?" timpal Hoseok whispered with an enthusiastic leaning face, also wanting to be a witness to the shape of the goods I got. Turning my body back to him, spontaneously refusing Hoseok to interfere. "Yoon Sara's. Taehyung you should know, Yoon Sara. Oh, I didn't expect it at all. It turns out that our levels are indeed different in the eyes of a Yoon Sara."

He hit my back haphazardly, causing a small 'foul' groan to come out of my oral cavity by accident. "Don't want to exchange souls with me for one day, Tae? Never mind forever."

Change souls, ndasmu.

It turns out that Yoon Sara's ice attitude reaps the pros cons. And I'm sure this Hoseok is getting into the pro side. He's a fan of it.

Escape from the energetic Hoseok, through a smile that suddenly met on my lip line seemed to ignite the pride out of nowhere at first. God, luck shines a light on my fate even though hey, Yoon Sara just returned the cardigan that was borrowed yesterday.

I saw the neat folds of cardigans scented like rose perfume as they had just been ironed. The front is taped with adhesive connected by a square piece of yellow buffalo paper folded in half like an invitation card. The giver must have used the remaining excess cover for the article report task last week.

Before further studying the alphabet that Yoon Sara chose in a small letter, kularung kerling loaded meaning towards Hoseok. A ticking code that leaves. Then just sulk my friend, so quickly understand.

"Sometimes you have to explain your relationship," his grunts resigned and he left.

"Wait for me" I said confidently, believing it. Slightly hardened his voice as he had already vanished behind the classroom door. Today's course hours of our choice are different, the turn after my schedule ends. Hoseok is too obedient or indeed not ambitious typical, so it will not play intrusive class.

All right, forget about Jung Hoseok. Let's just go back to the simple yellow paper fold signed by Yoon Sara's handwriting. He uses a slightly slanted conjuncture letter to the right. The hell about it, anyway it still remains neat and easy to read.

Letters start my name, though,

"To Kim Taehyung (if I didn't write wrong),"

My smile increased. He remembered my name and described it very well.

"This cardigan I returned. I don't know for sure what you're hearing from people around me, but trust me I can't linger with a guy's stuff. Okay, no need to believe the truth, anyway. What matters is thank you."

I giggled mute in place. Through the characters that arrived, I found again a new nature revealed secretly. Yoon Sara was not a cruel person who indiscriminately uttered the word. Worry about putting together the exact word. It was clear that his half-dead confused look was thinking about a good presentation related to thank you.

All right, I believe. My mind says, anxious.

A young man like me would daze himself facing a woman personally. Moreover, found the phone number collection of men who like to suddenly terrorize my smartphone. That's a woman's fear? Until I can't count how many times I'm gonna change phone numbers and let certain people just chit-chat.

Let's turn the course around. What if I'm given the chance to terrorize a prima donna? Of course my main target is Yoon Sara.

Netraku circulates tracking the traces of the target phone number that will soon inhabit Kim Taehyung's contacts. Prepare that, Yoon.

Oh, his seat is on the other end. Not too front, second order approx. In line with the bench I sat on. Classes for typography courses usually use a space that is equivalent to an auditorium. The learning bench also extends to form a curve with the whiteboard as a shaft. One table can share a row of dozens of students as possible, split the path to the entrance of the class.

We got together. However, Yoon Sara's line of sight glared deftly before being caught off guard. Too bad he's late. Precisely funny, adorable impression I've been saving for him. The more interested I go to the standard figure of the girl who has an estimated height of one hundred and sixty inches more. Straight mane long black legume tied cognate. The lentic eyelashes from the side still maintain the position as an attraction. Her nose is tiny, but proud of her self-styled standout. He licks his lips occasionally, focusing his witty against the chirping of his next-door friend.

"Sara Yoon?" Congratulations, I've ruined the girls' conversation.

Shocked him and suddenly shifted to the right side when his empty left was filled by me. Now that I truly believe the content of the letter, we are stretched over a wide distance. About thirty inches past he was really in the fog like a small fish targeted by a shark. His eyes and mouth were tightly clenched, his breathing slowly like he needed to be the antidote to the thin sweat that was bubbling in the temple.

"A, I wanted to give it back this morning, but you weren't in class. So, I put it on just anyone." Stammering without glancing at me. He's trying, I believe. Even overjoyed, he had won the competition who initiated the conversation.

"No problem. The guy you put in his luck is my friend."

"Then, go. I don't think your place is here" he murmured. Busy yourself fixing the stationery may be one of the diversion of his attention so as not to be sassy towards me. It's not as easy as I thought. Relax, I'm still hearing it and it won't pass quickly.

"Oh, Taehyung. Tumben you're sitting here, "warn someone to infiltrate our mostly silent dialogue. Yoon Sara's friend, who has been telling a lot of stories. I don't know how familiar I'll reply, because I don't even know.

"I'm sitting here, isn't that a good idea?"

His friend patted Yoon Sara's back. "Hey, he's talking to us. Aren't we lucky?"

"You go, Lisa. Not us."

"I think I'm also talking to you, Sara," I said. Delik sharply attacked as if saying, 'Who do you want to call my little name!'

The pointed highlight was watching me intensely, it was possible that this Yoon Sara won the emblem of the formality killer from the way she gripped. The firmness of Yoon's eye color enveloped the depth of my netra pond that had not been stared at so closely for a long time.

"What'sthis? Whatisthis? You guys close?" Lisa was at least I just found out her name thanks to Yoon Sara. As if this good news must be heralded, the happy face of my cardigan borrower friend deserves to be the center of the eye. Her passion for the imagination of romance.

One flick of Yoon Sara's hand broke the speculation, it was enough. Instead of desiring to deny, it may not be the interest of begging for trust from people's judgments.

"Hey, Yoon Sara," call me, but no reaction. Come on, which man still insists on crowning this girl as a lonely lioness? Even when he was indifferent and often busy with copies of memos. "Come, have some ice cream with me after this."

From how to string words, spend time alone, stingy spread sahut, flaming ria play the qualified listener. She's lonely. I know from the galaxy's dimmer glow that's less vibrant decorating its neutrals, the axle of the wound and the flak.

I found a pause in the action. My call to pester him to drag the suspect to stain the look in the eye. Give me a reason, why is it so certain Yoon Sara needs someone to savor her pill days alone?

I want to get closer to him. The extent to which my heart survives.

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The To Be Continued.