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The final presentation in Business Administration was over in a second.
My head always does this in big school events; just turning on auto pilot and going through the thing without having any memories of it.
It’s not really a bad thing but it really surprises me as Felix pulls Chan and me in a big hug as I‘m just becoming conscious again.
„You two were great! That you two really pulled off making a song about the financial crisis… How did you even think of it?!”
„It was Hyunjin’s idea. He’s the mastermind behind all of this” It seems like Chan can’t take compliments.
„You are the lyricist here! And the composer. I did nothing-” Yes, I can’t take compliments either.
As Chan tries to interject again Felix releases his hug and shuts down our argument: „Okay, enough you two. How about we collect your stuff and then go drink a coffee? I think we all deserve a break after that stressful period.”
Darkie smiles cutely down on him. „Sounds like a wonderful idea.”
Whipped.
But well, I‘m the one who’s watching and full on smiling because of these two, so who’s truly whipped?
As we make our way to the coffee shop Felix walks in between us and interlocks his right hand with my left hand and his left hand with Chan’s right hand.
Nobody really cares about us. Nobody is watching us.
Just three idiots walking and being flustered at the same time.
„I’ll go order coffee. You two search for a nice place to sit down, how does that sound?” Chan gives me an uncertain gaze. He’s still insecure when he’s making decisions without asking me first.
It’s complicated. In the relationship, or whatever you want to call this, we’re all equal individuals. But in our other world I’m higher up in the hierarchy, being a headmaster and all that.
„Sounds wonderful.” I’m smiling reassuringly.
Felix lets Chan go and drags me in a corner of the shop.
He’s excited. But he’s also very conscious about our situation.
And still he’s bright. Like the sun. I truly believe that nothing can break him.
As I’m sitting down across him his smile fades a bit.
„Hey Hyunjin”
„Yeah?”
„How are you? I mean… How are you really? I mean you’re very good in concealing stuff. Not just your markings. Also your true feelings. I just… Are you okay?”
Oh wow. My sun has sharp observation skills. That’s something I didn’t know before.
I‘m sighing. There’s no need for me to lie or to mask things.
But still… It’s hard to talk about that stuff.
Chan is coming just back in time with three ice coffees and a cake to share and celebrate for us.
„Well… I don’t think I’m yet okay. Don’t get me wrong. I’m really happy with you two. Seriously. I think you two are the best thing that happened in my life. But the rest… My father, or someone called father, died. Our covens are still in a weird state. And you two will have to…
I don’t know if I can endure this.”
Both of them are silent for a moment.
Great. Call me from now on Hyunjin the mood killer.
„I heard that you invited our coven to hold the funerals together?” asks Felix after a break.
„Yeah. It’s the same ritual and… We have to start working together somewhere. I thought that’s a good beginning.”
„I think so too.” Chan takes a sip of his coffee. „You decided that Michael gets buried like a leader.”
That’s an observation, not a question.
„It’s just right. He was a leader. Even though he didn’t die as one he’s still my leader.”
„I’m not criticising you. I think you did the right thing.” He gives me a small peck on the cheek.
And this time I‘m not using magic to hide my blushing.
Let them see. Let the world see. That I’m happy.
But still…
„You’re starting the competition after the ceremony, right?”
Felix looks down on the table. „Yeah. Monday is the big day. The funerals are in the afternoon and at dawn it’ll start.”
Ah. Fuck.
„Let’s talk about something else. We don’t have time to be depressed about this.” Felix takes my hands in his. „What is Jeongin doing?”
„He’s on a date with Jisung. I’m glad we didn’t run into them yet. They’re so annoying.”
„Don’t act like you aren’t loving these two with your whole heart!” Chan laughs and the smile on my lips implies more than anything I could ever say.
„Let’s make a toast. On Hyunjin, the best headmaster that ever existed.” Felix raises his glass.
„I’ll drink on Chan and Felix, the best soulmates I could’ve ever wished for.”
The sound of three glasses meeting each other is audible in the whole cafe.
Maybe everyone here looks at us. Who cares?
It will be okay. I know that it will be okay somehow.
And that’s the only thing that counts right now.
The End Of Define: Dark.