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Watercolour (Part One)

(A short drabble for my babies aka Kawi and Pisaeng)

He was eleven when it started; those alienated feelings, the otherness, the void but it was now long gone. He has learned to control them. It was only thing to do because he knew he was not like the others. It's been hard but not insufferable.

However, on the first day of his university, he only wanted to get along with everyone but the otherness- that feeling will just not leave him alone.

“They are what I pretend to be.” he mumbled, quoting his favorite book.

“What?” He heard someone from behind ask. Pisaeng turned around, flustered that he was talking aloud, even more so because someone heard him.

“Uh- nothing.” he replied, his ears going a little red.

“I'm Nott, by the way.” the boy said, waving his hand.

Pisaeng smiled, finally a friend.

“I'm Pisaeng,” he replied.

“So we have a homo in our class.” Nott said, quite nonchalantly, leaving Pisaeng speechless.

“how did you...thats not...I’m not-” He proceeds only to find a lump growing in his chest, making him unable to speak.

Nott looks at him, eyes big behind the round glasses he's wearing. He gives him a look that Pisaeng couldn't comprehend.

“What? Look over there,” He points towards the door, “They are definitely homos.”

Pisaeng looks at the door. There are two boys standing there, one has got pink streaks on his head, the other one, however, is looking down. By his demeanor, Pisaeng could guess that he was nervous. The taller guy, one with pink streaks, puts a hand on the shorter one’s shoulder and mutters something while giving him a pat on the shoulder and going away. The shorter one remains on the door, hands clutching tightly at the straps of his tote bag, before he turns around.

Its almost as if a switch turns on for Pisaeng, as if his weird feelings are taking a direction but he has no say in it neither can he control it. He keeps staring and staring as the guy makes his way to the back of the class, hiding himself from the spotlight but no matter which dark corner he chooses, his light was strikingly at contrast, making him the most visible in Pisaeng’s brown eyes.

*Three years later*

“He's such a heartthrob. I can't believe he's still single.” Kawi says, looking at Pisaeng from afar while resting his elbow on the table with face on his palm.

Eyes away from his book, Max gives him a knowing stare which clearly indicates how done he is.

“If you were interested in boys, you should've just said so.”

“Huh! I'm not!” Kawi says, weighing his words from before and how easily they could be misunderstood, “I was just saying that because Pear is in love with him and he won't fucking make a move. If he doesn't want her, he should just move aside.”

Max smirks, moving his finger to turn to the next page.

“He's being my competition for no reason.” Kawi mumbles, taking a bite from his food.

“Is he though?” Max replies, finally putting his book down.

Kawi gulps down the food before replying, “why else would he always lead Pear on?”

The other shrugs, “Maybe it's Pear making a move on him.”

“Impossible.” Kawi defends, feeling the urge to win this argument, “she’s not the one to hit on others and…and if she was- if she really was, why would anyone reject her? Why would he keep rejecting her? it doesn’t make sense. She’s everyone’s dream.”

Max raises a brow.

“Well not you but you know what I mean.”

He laughs, stroking his pink hair out of his face. “If it’s really what you say, then Pisaeng has no reason to reject Pearmai -except maybe for the fact that he likes someone else?”

“Someone else?” Kawi jolts up, “Who’s that idiot?”

Max shrugs, taking a bite of his well-ignored food. “You seem curious.”

“Of course I am,” Kawi replies, “I want them to be together so he can stop being my competition and I can finally hit on Pear.”

“BodKawi?” They hear a voice. A male voice. The voice. Kawi already has a look of disgust (or was it anger?) on his face.

Pisaeng’s face is radiant as ever. His voice, now gotten rid of the insecurity and void, is more appealing.

“The coach wants to introduce to new members to the basketball club. Are you interested?” He asks, with a glint of hope.

“No.” Kawi replies, with a straight face.

Kawi might be an idiot, Max thought, but he was not.

“How many names have you gotten yet?” Max asked, looking at the way Pisaeng’s eyes were drawn to Kawi. It’s almost as if there was something in them, something that he couldn’t comprehend. He wasn’t sure if Pisaeng himself knew what it was.

“Oh. Not much. I’ve only started collecting now.”

“And Kawi was the first person you came to?” He asks, watching the way Pisaeng fumbles with the pen he’s holding.

Pisaeng almost looks shocked by the question. He looks at Max for a good few seconds before drifting his gaze to Kawi (who’s mindlessly zoning out) and finally looks down at the ground mumbling, “I’m sorry to disturb you two.”

Kawi’s aimless focus is back at his words but he doesn’t say anything.

“Apology accepted. You can go now. Kawi doesn’t like playing basketball. He’s not really an athletic person.”

Pisaeng nods, lips tied.

Almost deviously, Max hands out his plate to Kawi, “I’m full. Would you like to eat some?”

And that drives Pisaeng to go away. Max eyes him the whole time and sees how he angrily waddles out to the other end of the cafeteria where his friends are. He also notices how Pisaeng practically tosses the pen and the clipboard to the table. There’s some conversation going on but it’s out of reach.

“Well. That’s news.” He says, smirking.

“What news?” Kawi asks, now finishing off Max’s food.

“Oh nothing,” Max continues smirking, “Just global warming,”

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