Part 2

When he opened his eyes wide after seeing the same guy from the morning he encountered. He said, “How long are you going to stay on like this?” August immediately gets up and says, “Sorry.”

That guy added, “Aren’t you going to help me to get up?”

August raised his hand and helped him to get up. He pulls him up, up too close to his face. They look at each other like they are into each other. Suddenly August stepped aside. He thanked him for helping him in the morning and this time too. August: “We meet again. What a small world.”

August: “I’m August, by the way. What is your name, if you are comfortable telling?”

With a beautiful smile “My name is Jun. Why do you ask? Are you falling for me?” he said with a flirty tone. August anxiously told him no! that he is thinking too much; don’t flatter himself.

August: “Even though I’m into guys, you’re not my type.”

Looking at his face, Jun smiled and said that means you like guys. Huh, I also like cute guys, he said loudly, turning his head aside and saying in a low voice, “Cute like you.”

“It means I can hit on you.” With winking eyes

August inhaled deeply, his cheeks becoming an innocent color of pink. His heart pounding in his chest, he looked at Jun for a second. Before Jun could say anything more, he turned and hurried away. The unspoken words and unsaid emotions that lingered between them like a delicate, unseen thread appeared to make the air shimmer a little as he left.

Jun loudly shouted to him, “From now on I’m going to hit on you, so be prepared.”

After August reached his dorm. He blushed so hard thinking about what Jun said to him.

Are you falling for me? Are you falling for me? From on I’m going hit on you and lost in his beautiful smile. Thinking about Jun, he blushed and fell asleep.

Jun is the CEO of the famous magazine PATOOTIE and the son of famous surgeon doctor Nike.

Next morning

August woke up from some strange noise that came from outside of his dorm corridor. Bang! Sound of something that was dropped. He just rubbed his eyes and slowly walked to his door to check on what was going on. When he opened the door, he found out that Jun was standing next door in the room, carrying something to eat.

When August opened his door from the sound, Jun turned around and saw August.

He just saw him and talked to himself, saying in a low tone that “it is a dream he could not be here.”

Jun gave him a beautiful warm smile and slowly approached him. August pinching his cheek and saying that he is seeing things that weren’t there, he must be tired.

Jun: Hey, meow boy! Good morning, do you live here?

After listening to Jun’s voice, August realized he wasn’t dreaming and was shocked to see Jun, so he immediately closed the door.

Jun: Oh, you closed the door in my face; that is insulting. Hey, meow boy, open the door; I want to see your cute face. I was helping my friend to move in. I don’t know that I could meet you, so this means we are destined to meet. I consider today as my lucky day.

August hurried straight to the bathroom to take a shower while listening to Jun behind the door. He prepared his own breakfast and was ready to head off to college, but before he opened the door, he thought that Jun could be there. He opened a small opening and looked outside to make sure he was still there, but he was unable to see him, so he calmed down and left for college.

It was a sleepy morning for Joe as he fought to stay awake during the lecture. The professor’s voice droned on, echoing through the hall. Suddenly, a stranger appeared at the door, interrupting the pin-drop silence. The stranger walked in, holding a beautiful tulip bouquet, and asked for August. August, bewildered, stood up. The stranger approached him, handed over the bouquet, and said, “This special delivery is for you. Have a nice day,” before walking away.

August’s friends erupted in playful teasing. “You have a girlfriend? How romantic!” they jeered. August, still in a daze, denied it. The bell rang, and the group headed to the canteen. There, August examined the bouquet closely and discovered a note:

NOTE:

Hello cutie,

The moment I saw you, my heart surged like a cheetah on the chase. After carefully pondering this powerful emotion, I realized it’s called LOVE. I’ve fallen hopelessly for your sweet charm, and I can’t suppress it any longer. With this bouquet, I lay my heart bare, confessing my deep affection for you. These tulips symbolize perfection and deep love, just like my love for you.

Your future HUBBY ❤️

August blushed, overwhelmed by the unexpected declaration of love. The mystery of his secret admirer lingered in the air, leaving him to ponder who could possibly have sent such a heartfelt message. Seeing August blushing, Joe snatched the note from his hand and read it loudly in a teasing tone. When they read the last line of the note, their eyes opened wide with shock.

Danish, Dan, and Joe “HUBBY”

Joe: Damn! Love confession note from a guy? We thought this bouquet was from a girl.

August: “Actually… umm… I… I like guys.” Hesitating, he said that.

They comforted him, saying that it’s alright; love doesn’t have gender; love is blind; it can happen anytime, anywhere, with anyone (Joe looked Danish). The heart is stupid; it doesn’t pound asking the brain which gender should I pound. It’s normal; don’t hesitate. We will accept you being who you are.

August felt someone was watching them; he looked around, but he didn’t see any suspicious person around. In the side corner from their table, one person was watching them, but they didn’t see him. He gets up and passes by August’s side with a smile. August didn’t think much and smiled back at him.

Dan, did you know him? August nodded as No. He smiles, so I smile back; that’s all.

Joe: Is it possible that he sent you this flower along with a note confessing his love? He smiled as he walked past you. It appears suspicious; let’s investigate. We must pay great attention to whatever he does. This type of thing is something I’m on to. This is truly fascinating to me. I am going on my quest today. Joe and Danish decide to find out who sent these items to August. They all decide to follow the guy going forward in order to determine whether he is indeed that person.

Suddenly they heard someone calling with Meow Boy, and they were going to look for that guy. The particularly adorable pet name of Jun attracts their attention. Seeing Jun behind Dan, August wanted to hide. “Hey, meow boy, why aren’t you responding?” remarked Jun as he walked up to them and stood in front of August. Dan, Joe, and Danish were shocked to see the guy referring to August as a meow boy.
August gives a strange smile and starts to flee, but Jun catches him by the arms and draws him in. After a brief exchange of glances, August is released from Jun’s grasp.

Joe whispered to Danish he could be the person who sent this bouquet to August.

When Jun saw the bouquet in his hand, he questioned him about who had sent it to him out of jealousy. August and his friends were confused by this; they believed that gift to be from Jun. Jun, grab that bouquet and dispose of it in the trash can.  When Jun revealed that he had fallen for August, everyone, including August, was surprised. No, August shook his head nervously. “When did I agree to be your boyfriend?” asked August.

Jun: “Oh! It hurts, since I accepted you as my boy even though you hadn’t agreed. I don’t care; you’re mine, and I’m yours.” With a loving and flirty tone, he said.

Danish What’s going on here? Who is hitting whom? August: “You don’t have to know; let’s go to class.” They all follow August to the classroom.

Jun shouted from the back, ‘You are mine, meow boy. Don’t you run away from me; you’ll wind up with me. Most important thing: listen carefully; you don’t get to choose; I choose you.”

August pretended not to hear and continued to walk forward, the hint of a smile dancing on his lips. His eyes never wavered; he didn’t look back. Jun watched him until he vanished from sight, his heart aching with an inexplicable longing. Jun’s mind swirled with the mystery of the man who had tried to draw near to his beloved. His thoughts swirled like the wind that gently ruffled his hair, each question more urgent than the last, as he stood alone with the haunting emptiness left by August’s leaving.

         To be continue