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Rookie of the Year Award

Who do you think it’s going to go to?

There’s been a lot of groups that have debuted this year (B.A.P., EXO, BTOB, NU’EST, JJ Project, etc. and still more to come) and I honestly don’t know who will get the award.

Who do you think will win?

Yongguk: Chapter 17

“Well … I’m off,” Himchan says. “You … take care of yourself, alright?”

You nod slowly. Your head feels to heavy to move. “I’ll see you around. Ah … take care, too,” you add, thinking maybe it’s correct to repeat what he said. Without another word, Himchan gives you a tiny wave before walking down the opposite corner of the sidewalk. You stand for a few seconds, letting your thoughts devour your mind, before you step forward and pull open the door to the restaurant. 

The smell of spice hits you as soon as you enter. You can feel your senses tingle at the unfamiliar, unappetizing flavor, but your resolve spurs you to sit down and order that bowl of jjampong. You can’t handle this extent of spice, but you want to at least try it. Just one sip would do. You want to be able to taste it, feel the fire on your tongue and on your lips, so you have something to tell Yongguk. “I tried it,” you’ll tell him. You’ll express that you did something outside of your comfort zone. And he’ll smile, you know he will, and that reaction would be enough to satisfy you.

You wait about ten minutes before the bowl of food arrives. You eye it warily, but after gathering up your scraps of courage, you take a tentative bite of the noodles. You close your eyes tightly as the spiciness of the food spreads across your mouth, and you can feel your throat screaming for any sedative edibles, but you swallow it down. You smack your lips, grab a cup of water, and chug it down, even though you know that the cold liquid will only temporarily relieve the taste. 

“Do you like it?” The chef asks you. 

You’re about to say yes, but then you change your mind and tell him the truth. “No,” you say. “But … ” you look down at your full bowl. “It was good.” You’re glad you tried it. The effort had nothing to do with taste and everything to do with Yongguk. “Can I just have some non-spicy noodles?” You politely request. He nods and moves away to fulfill your order, and you push the bowl aside and take out your phone. You have zero messages. It disappoints you, although you really shouldn’t have a reason to feel disappointed. You’re used to not getting contacted on a daily basis; your phone is practically an ornament, an accessory that stays by your side and hardly serves a purpose. But you had expected Yongguk to contact you. 

You always do that, don’t you? Put your expectations too high. Raise them up with an ungrounded basis. You need to stop. 

The chef returns with your order, and you start consuming that quickly. It dawns on you that you’re hungrier than you had originally thought, and you suppose that feeling had somewhat left in light of the recent events. Now that your initial hunger has returned, you eagerly down your food and relish the tolerable taste. You finish quickly and idly sit there at the restaurant, wanting to leave but making no effort to stand. Feeling generous, you place a rather large tip on top of your payment and force yourself to move. Getting up, you sling your bag over your shoulder, murmur a thanks to the general staff, and stride out of the restaurant.

It’s very late now, but you still feel energetic. It could be because your stomach is full, or it could be because you simply do not want to return to an empty home. Yongguk has changed me, hasn’t he? You ponder. Normally, you’d want to return straight to your house and snuggle in the familiar comfort of those blankets, permitting the wave of sadness and nostalgia to cover your head with strings and beads of memories you wish to resist but can’t bring yourself to. Nowadays, you feel the urge to do something. Like if you don’t do enough now, you won’t ever be able to do enough tomorrow. And who knows if there’s a tomorrow in the first place? The future is groundless. 

And that’s why you’d rather not go home. Sleeping is such a waste of time … a waste of life. It’s ironic that sleep is mandatory in order to maintain a functionality in living.

Your phone vibrates. Taking it out of your purse, you unlock the screen and open the text message. It’s from Yongguk, and you smile happily to yourself. “Are you still awake?” It asks.

“Yup,” you reply. After a moment’s hesitation, you type, “How was your lunch date with Himchan?”

You hold the phone in your hand as you wander around the city, searching for something you can’t identify. Your phone vibrates again, and you look down to view his reply. “It was a good time.” Maybe you’re reading too into it, but his reply sounds reluctant. It is, after all, a text message, and only so many emotions can be conveyed. But his words remind you of your conversation with Himchan, of how he had been afraid that Yongguk liked you too much, and that liking you would result in more negatives than positives.

“Do you want to go to the amusement park tomorrow with me?” Yongguk adds before you get a chance to reply to his previous text. 

“Sure,” you respond. Of course you do. You wouldn’t turn that down for anything. 

“You’re not busy tomorrow?”

“No,” you text back. You look up just in time to see that you could’ve collided with a street light. Looking around you to confirm that nobody saw your embarrassing act, you continue walking. You’re about to add more words to your reply when you glance at the ground, at the words that are spray-painted on the asphalt. Look up. You lift your head and see the starless sky, see the black, endless expanse that drapes the heavens at night. Confused, you keep walking, but then stop when you see the next words portrayed on the ground: Isn’t the sky beautiful?

Your phone rings, and seeing that it’s Yongguk, you answer it. He greets you, saying, “Hey, I just - “

“What did you do with Himchan today?”

“Huh?” He stutters, dumbfounded by your interruption.

You stare at the words on the ground and continue, “There’s something really interesting on the sidewalk right now.”

A thoughtful silence passes before Yongguk exclaims, “Are you on the corner near that jjampong restaurant?”

“Yes.”

He laughs, and all you can think about is how beautiful his laugh is, how wonderful and perfect and full, and how short, too short, it’s all too short. “Himchan and I wrote that. It says look up at the sky, right? That was our errand for the day. We wrote it on three sidewalks all over the city! Because people need to stop being so busy staring at their shoes and start looking at the sky.”

“You’re weird.”

“I know,” he replies, and you can hear the grin in his voice when he adds, “But the best people are.”

“Hey. You’re plagiarizing Alice.”

“It’s a good quote,” he laughs again.

“I tried the jjampong today,” you confess.

“You did? You didn’t try it when I was there. You have to try it again now. I have to see it.” After a beat, he asks, “Are you busy?”

“I’m walking home.” You squint at a sign in the distance and make a left around a corner. “Yongguk. I have to ask this. How … are you?”

“I’m alright.”

“No, I mean … how are you?” You repeat, not wanting to clarify your intent.

A lack of sound that is far too dead fills your ear, and your heart pounds crazily until Yongguk replies, “I’m doing … okay. I’m … I saw my doctor today.”

“Did something … happen?” You panic.

“No, no,” he assures you. “I just … I needed a check up, and Himchan brought me. I, uh … yeah. I’m okay. For now. They … ” he clears his throat, ” … said that. I’m getting by. For now. But if things get worse - and they will - then I have to stay in the hospital for my medications.”

“But you’re okay right now?” You wonder, feeling a sense of loss that nags at your throat, threatening to open the closed door that holds your tears. 

“Right now? I’m okay. Of course I’m okay. I’m talking to you. So how can I not be okay?”

You have to smile at this, and although you can feel your eyes prickle, you cough to clear your head and reply, “I’m heading home. I’ll … I’ll see you tomorrow, then?”

A short, heavy sigh escapes Yongguk’s lips. His voice sounds so close that you can almost imagine him next to you as he replies, “Yeah. Goodnight.”

120528 EXO-K and BTOB watched Men In Black 3

cr; henry0612

so you guys should, too.

I watched it a couple days ago and I cried. But watch it for the humor and because exo and btob watched it

(Source: fy-exo)