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Of course, it all started when you did something to make everyone laugh. You can’t remember what your joke was, but it was probably something hilarious.
All you remember is the look on Kang Daniel’s face when he laughed. Daniel is a happy guy—one doesn’t find him without a grin plastered on his face most of the time—but when he laughs in earnest? Oh god. It’s just, well. You know.
Well, you got to know it that day.
You cracked a joke, Daniel laughed from across the room, and your heart froze and re-started again with painful clarity. You were halfway aware that your joke had stopped halfway through, that your face had gone slack, that your mouth was open, and that this sudden interruption in your regular programming was just making everyone laugh harder.
They thought it was part of the gag. But no. This was the Real Thing. Lightning from heaven and everything.
Daniel laughed, looking around the room with that disbelieving, beatific wide-toothed grin, that guys, guys, can you believe this incredulity crammed in a charmingly downcast squint, and he was looking at you and his joy was radiating around the room from under that pink mop.
Wow.
Okay. Regroup. No overthinking this. It was just a person. Kang Daniel, with his ridiculous bunny toothed-smile that stretches ear to ear — as if. As if this was actually happening.
You’re floored. And a small, wise part of you says:
It’s over.