Winter Interactions 

                                              MIDNIGHT KISS ON NEW YEAR’S                                             

He placed an arm around Riluo’s shoulders, looking over at his side. “Kind of cool right? Never imagined yourself to stand in the front row, watching on New Year’s Eve? Neither did I actually. Isn’t it weird? Didn’t we see this exact scene play out in one of those stupid romantic chick flick movies you tortured me to watch the other night. The famous New York Time Square Ball Drop Event.” A wide grin spread across his face, letting out a soft ‘teehee’. “You know who stood at this exact spot while we were over at the Rockefeller Center ice skating? Jae and a few of my other men. They waited here for 10 hours, am I evil or what? Hey, I was originally going to force Jae to stand here by himself. At least he had company.” He sighed, not giving a care about his torturous demands and looked up at the sky. “The countdown says 10 minutes. Are you cold? Maybe I should’ve bought you hot chocolate or something, to keep your body warm…” Oh, so many thoughts running through his head.

Because wasn’t it a thing? This whole midnight kiss? “Kiss someone at the stroke of midnight on New Year’s Eve and you will have a year of luck in love,” well whether a superstition or tradition, this was definitely something cute? To kiss Riluo at the stroke of midnight, claiming his lips; claiming him as his one and only. “Is this cheesy? Kind of cheesy? I figured we won’t have time to do this after this year, since we’ll have Chunnie soon. So, this little getaway vacation was definitely a necessity. A, ‘hey lets go board my private jet and take a quick vacation to New York City for a few days, you know to celebrate New Years’ type vacation.” His shoulders did a light shimmy, why was he so jumpy today? 

“Oh Riluo 10 seconds… TEN SECONDS.” He looked up at the sky. “2015 is finally leaving us. 2016, are we ready? To take on this year together?” He grabbed Riluo’s hand, pulling him so the two could face each other. His eyes were no longer on the ball drop; his eyes were glued on Riluo, holding hands. Because they didn’t come down to watch the ball drop, they came down for each other. This kiss, it was special. A new year, a new beginning. Together, holding hands, it was going to be a fantastic year.

“Five… Four… Three…”

Eat - Zion. T   Zoo -  Primary feat. Supreme Team, Yankie & Mellow Pursuing The Happiness - Leessang Aqua Man - Beenzino ( but Always during Bang Yongguk’s underground days good too. go listen to the lyrics  ;  WAIT, but there’s ANTHEM and... APOLOGY and... AIRPLANE, shit. ‘CAUSE IKON YO. ) Knowing We’re Going to Break Up - Huh Gak ft. Eunji Once While Living - 4MEN No One Else - Lee Seung Chul

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[An excerpt from Ezra’s journal - *one day to be published]November 15, 2015 -

[x]◊: I like your blog.

Do this anon or not, I want to know 

†: I would date you.∆: I would marry you.©: I like you.∏: I would fuck you.

Do this anon or not, I want to know

Ω: I hate you. ; *: You’re cute.

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[An excerpt from Ezra’s Journal Entry - *one day to be published]November 1, 2015 - 

Before I forget - let me jot down a few important things, and this time, I’m going to add a name. For privacy reasons, I did not include names on past entries, but this girl for sure, I NEED HER NAME PRINTED, BOLDED, AND SEALED. Amaranthine Deans. This is so all of you can be my witness. Amaranthine Deans OWES Ezra Landon Park a whiskey bar date of my choosing; also I have a free out of jail card I can use anytime, and Amaranthine Deans will help get me out of trouble and jail when the day comes. 

Now that those two things are settled, let me go on and explain how this all happened, or more like how I got to meet my so called ‘self proclaimed best friend’. 

I was walking down the Seoul streets, smoking a cigarette, minding my own business, when suddenly someone kicks me from behind and tackles me down. I nearly choke on my cigarette, but my fast reflex saves me from further damage. I stare at her as I’m trying to recollect memories, trying to match her face with an event or something, but its blank. Why? Because I DON’T KNOW HER. 

She takes out her handcuffs and attempts to arrest me, but I use my strength and flip her over, while resting my hand nicely around her neck. She looks shocked; puzzled. I release my hand knowing she’s made a mistake. She apologizes. I say its okay. She offers me a free out of jail card as an apology gift. I, of course, accept. I then, go on a mission and help her drag down the demons of this world, which further makes her fall in love with me - as a friend, of course. 

And so that’s how I became her BEST FRIEND. 

Yes, I made up this story, but Amara doesn’t need to know. It’s not like she’s going to read this even if it gets published. I mean, she even refuses to accept my christmas present! Tears, do you see what I have to deal with? 

Fine. Let’s be truthful for five seconds. She deserves at least that. I’ve known this girl for far too long - 4, 5 years? Maybe shorter…maybe longer (I actually don’t remember what year I created that account, darn) Who knows, but even if I, Ezra Park, am a lot older than her now, she’s always been that ‘Noona figure’. Even though I can’t remember even one single memory of when she treated me like a human being, I know deep down, she cares for me and if I ever were to get into a dangerous life or death situation, she’d do anything to save my ass. Because like I said, she’ll always be that ‘Noona figure’ in my life. She’s a cool gal - always patting my head and calling me a child. Maybe even a hug or two from Yuri herself; though never from Amara. Amara hates my guts, but its okay. She’s who I’M BEST FRIENDS WITH. Not Yuri, but Amara. OH AMARA NOONA! 

With that being said, if someone were to make the girl cry, I will end the individual’s life with no regret. Because even if she’s a bitch to me 99.99% of the time, everyone’s got to have that one pretty bitch who keeps you in check, right? 

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[An excerpt from Ezra’s Journal Entry - *one day to be published]October 31, 2015 - 

Remember the other day when I wrote about my “incident” with a middle-aged woman. How she sat me down on one of the benches and gave me an extensive, unnecessary lecture about how drunken behaviors will lead me nowhere in life? How I should get my act together or else I’ll never find a girl and raise a child of my own? Well, to “teach me a lesson”, she forced me to help her out with something. I had supposedly ruined the day for her, so now the task was on me. 

And so, I’m at this stupid booth all by myself, waiting for my partner. Supposedly she’s young and pretty, but what do I care? I need to get out of this place as soon as possible before I go on a rampage. It’s for a donation - I don’t even know what this organization is for or what its called. All I know is by the end of the day, my partner and I need to obtain 500 signatures of people willing to donate to the third world countries. But looking around at the deserted area, the task is impossible, especially with other charity stations offering food and different services. Because right now, we only have an obnoxious poster behind my seat, brochures scattered on the table, one speaker, and two clipboards. How old fashion.

Ah, and my partner has arrived. She seems…friendly. I give her a quick smile before I resume my attention back at the empty clipboard. Even if she’s friendly, I’m not a friendly guy. It is awkward and stays awkward for a good hour. She tries to exchange a few conversations with me because she’s a nice girl, but I give her the cold shoulder. Because if we were to become “friends”, she would be in danger. I would end up craving her blood - and well, her innocence would be taken away by a monster. 

However, the event is slow and she looks exhausted. I grab the speaker and offer a free kiss for every signature, a makeout session if the female is hot, and possibly a kiss from my partner if she finds me attractive. I gave her a quick smirk and like that, our event becomes a huge hit. 

Now, I’m not psychic, so I don’t know how this event will end, but one thing for sure, I have succeeded. My partner will be able to catch up on her sleep, and right now, I envision her beautiful smile while waving at me goodbye and telling me what a smart and awesome guy I am. Okay, so maybe her smile is attractive, maybe her personality isn’t that bad - but hey, humans are human, right? And in my dictionary humans are all monsters.