#meme.age

"Eleven was the number I would never forget" he says, looking at Hyuck because he knows the younger understands why. “I thought a fairy came to pick up from the orphanage, saying magic was real” he narrates. “I cried, went on my eyes and pleaded to bring you with us” he continues, like a bittersweet memory. “I didn’t want to leave you, I was willing to die trying” he finishes. 

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“I think I was seventeen when a bunch of my juniors threw a party for me for the first time” he says. “It was simple, but it was fun” he smiles at the thought. “I felt alive, as if breathing was actually a good thing, existing” he admits. “It was a nice memory– to be liked” he finishes.

“I think I was sixteen” he starts. “When you marched into the 6th year classroom shouting for Bei Caixin to show himself” he continues, crossing his arms. “I wasn’t sure what you were up to but I stood up and asked you why” he says. “You told me it was because of some friend whom I disrespected, that I didn’t giver her a proper…answer” he pauses, embarrassed at how the words came out, he’s not that full of himself. “I couldn’t remember what you were saying so I just sat down and disregarded what you said…so you dared me to punch me” he adds, smiling his smile. “I said, jokingly, that you should kiss your knuckles first” a soft laugh escapes his lips. “You actually did and punched me" He pauses again before finishing “You were officially insane, I suppose” 

“Fifteen was when I had my first kiss” he admits, he has always been this straightforward anyway. “We were trying to clean the classroom windows when she dared me to kiss her” he says, pausing to gather his thoughts. “She was nuts…so, I just laughed and continued cleaning the windows– then she literally grabbed me by my robe and kissed me” he trails his eyes away. “Snogged me, I guess I went…all out” 

“Six” he repeats the number, it’s the year between pain and misery, but he puts a smile not as a mask but some sort of brave face– people hardly understand that thing about him. “I remember I was six that time, I was trying to read the story about Puff The Magic Dragon when smoke started fuming out of my nostrils” he says with a soft laugh, trailing his eyes down. “The kids around me went blimey” he stops to fix the hem of his robe. “For the sake of sanity, I’d leave the details– but I was told this” he pauses again. “You’re not allowed to exist” 

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