Until The End of Time | Wonho [√]

OPIA: THE AMBIGUOUS INTENSITY OF LOOKING SOMEONE IN THE EYE

The difference between the weather the next day from the previous afternoon was astronomical, so was I.

The sky above me was painted in cerulean, accompanied with canopies of pristine white clouds, stilled in their positions and staring at me from far. And there I was gazing back at them, a smile playing in my lips.

The sun wasn't present yet there was an amount of warmth in the weather. This was the afternoon I liked, an afternoon filled with certainty and tranquility.

Nonetheless, the weather app in my phone indicated a rain shower in the evening. I was prepared today. In my hands were the spring boy's indigo colored umbrella and my own black one which wasn't as small and folded like his.

Students dispersed from the Art building, some giving me a quick glance and others rushing by. My hair constantly flew with the spring breeze and I had to brush them with my hand from time to time, a notorious con of having shorter hair.

The staircase of the ancient building had fissures decorating the worn out tiles that indicated their presence with time. They said the Art building was the oldest in the university. Shifting between my legs, I started wondering if I should sit on one of the stairs like countless of other students that were situated there, circled with their companions. Some with guitars and singing loudly, others doing assignments in their laptops, some reading a book. Everyone minding their own, as if they were part of a symbiotic relationship.

I didn't have to mull over the idea of making myself a contributor too when I saw the boy I was waiting for climbing down the staircase. Even among the crowd of students, Wonho was distinguishable from afar.

Another boy walked beside him, shorter in height, specs on his face and a mop of brown curls on his head.

Before they would both walk away, I held a hand out in the air, waving it frantically and I could feel the corners of my mouth tug in a grin. Both of them noticed and I put my hand down with it, fixing the identity tag hanging from my neck and my hair (again) in the meantime.

The curly haired boy stood there and Wonho walked over to me. A white tee on his body paired with blue jeans. His dark hair bouncing with every step he took.

With our distance getting closer I realized how different his outfit from the last day was. The white and the blue in him mirrored the sky above my head, and the dark in his hair captured the shades that had started to spread over the tails of the once white clouds, indicating the evening shower that was coming by.

He was so pale that the white in his body seemed like a second skin. He towered over me even when he stepped down the stairs. I really couldn't take my eyes off him.