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“Happy birthday!” Seungyoun congratulated Wooseok.
“Thanks.”
“What will you wish for?”
“I don’t believe in wishes.”
Wooseok was about to blow out the candles on his cake until Seungyoun covered Wooseok’s mouth.
“Nope, you’re gonna make a wish or I will eat the cake without you.”
“I don’t want to.”
Seungyoun opened his mouth and positioned it over the cake.
“Sure looks good Seok, right?”
“Okay.. okay,” The slightly younger male sighed in disbelief, “I wish for.. a good year.” Wooseok quickly blew out the candles, before Seungyoun could prevent him.
“Seok, that was such a boring wish.” Wooseok rolled his eyes in response and dug his spoon into the cake. “Mmm Mocha!” Wooseok’s eyes widened from the flavour.
“You baked this well, Seungyoun.”
“I mean, I am multi-talented. I’m good-looking, can sing, rap, dance, plays spor- okay I’ll stop..” Seungyoun sighed, “It’s gross that you don’t believe in wishes.”
“They don’t come true, Youn.”
“Well, you need to believe in something.”
And with that Seungyoun’s phone rang, breaking the conversation’s flow.
“They’re telling me to go to work.”
“It’s okay, go”
“Are you sure?”
Wooseok nodded in response and Seungyoun left Wooseok all alone, on his birthday. Again.
But take that with a grain of salt, by no means was Seungyoun “a bad friend”, he was actually a very good one, the problem was that Seungyoun was Wooseok’s only friend. Wooseok was not the type to be overly energetic like his friend, but he was calm and collected and every word he said seemed almost calculated. Since he had only a few co-workers at the convenience store and barely interacted with them, he had no one to talk to at work.
Despite the pity your feeling for his seemingly boring life, he was content with the way his life worked. He liked the routine and the quietness of his life. He most certainly enjoyed water-colouring as he loved the way the colours interacted with the page and with each other, the beauty in simplicity. He liked to paint things which represented a meaning to him, like this bookshelf, to the naked eye, it would seem like a normal well-kept household item, but to Wooseok? It represented every feeling possible to mankind. Love, happiness, anger, sadness and the rest of the complex emotions human could feel was on this bookshelf. But Wooseok would never share the cryptic meanings behind his paintings because it was one of the many things that he kept reserved under the thick cloak that surrounded him; Seungyoun, need I remind is Wooseok’s closest and only friend, has never delved deep into the fog of secrets and Seungyoun knows this, he knows not to delve too deep into the cloudy abyss behind Wooseok’s eyes.
Maybe this is why they have always kept a light friendship, although Wooseok knows no other, he does not know much about Seungyoun beyond the smiley joker. He was sure that this was just a façade that Seungyoun put on to avoid getting too close to everyone. But he didn’t mind that there was distance, because who doesn’t like space? Space allows Wooseok to breathe and not be suffocated by the ups and downs of friendship and space allows him to think alone.
Wooseok sat back on the grey couch, hugged onto the pillow and continued to devour the cake before him, but he kindly saved some for his friend because Seungyoun would rage at Wooseok for eating his entire cake. He flicked through channel by channel until he flicked to one of his favourite shows, ‘The Blue Planet’, although he didn’t understand a word being spoken on TV, he loved the way the underwater sea creatures acted so gracefully. Wooseok could go on and on about how ‘The Blue Planet’ was superior to it’s sister show ‘Planet Earth’ but he wouldn’t dare speak about it, as it was just another piece of him hidden away.
He pushed up his glasses up from his nose as he finished up the slices of cake he took and proceeded to wash up the dishes. While at the sink, he was thinking deep and hard until..
“Ouch.” Wooseok looked down and he saw the cut he got from the knife. He quickly ran up and got one of those plain convenience store plasters and wrapped it around his index finger.
When he finished washing up, he started to wash his face as, his younger self, used to have many, many, many pimples and only God knows how much Wooseok does not want to go back. After carefully washing his face, he walked up to his bed and began to sleep. Thoughts began to drift away until his eyes slowly closed. His heart was lonely but Wooseok was not going to let that get in the way of his life. Wooseok doesn’t need anybody, or so he thinks.