anti [lai guanlin]

026. (narration)

my phone rang after twenty minutes, just as he promised.

i contemplated whether to pick it up or not. but after five persistent rings from him, i sighed, getting up to get my phone and answer his call.

"guanlin i-"

"what's up guys it's kuanlin. i'm a 17 year old boy from taipei. i really want to be a swaggy f- rapper in the future, because i like hiphop."

"what the heck?"

"noona! i texted you the address already. meet you there in ten, i'm pretty sure it's near."

"yah who told you i'm going?! i'm not!"

"i'll wait there. if you don't want me to die freezing then show up. bye noona!" he ended the call, his voice jolly and determined as if i wasn't even protesting even once.

aigoo. this boy... he's going to be the death of me.

but at the same time, i can't help but smile. i was a couch potato, i admit it. yet i stood up and got my jacket on, put on some shoes, and yelled a quick goodbye to my dad and rushed outside to the cold breeze of the night air.

the boy i once teased as a member of a flop band was now invading my life, making me do outrageous choices.

such as going out with a famous idol at night just to get noodles.

i smiled and started to walk.