How long can people wait for someone?

One day, one month, one year.....or forever.

“Oh, Brother Sing, who are you waiting for?” A familiar voice called from behind, causing me to turn around and look at a skinny, lanky young man waving his hand from a distance.

“There was only one person there. Hasn't he left the exam room yet?” I answered the question while addressing the people I had been waiting for since the afternoon. Waited for more than an hour

And he still hasn't come yet.

How many times have I had to wait for him like this...waiting without knowing when I would have to wait?

“It will probably come soon, bro. The time for the exam is almost over....so I'll go. Hello," a former junior from the faculty replied to me before raising his hand in greeting and asking to walk in the other direction.

More than half an hour had passed. Many students from the Faculty of Economics started walking downstairs under the faculty building, catching my attention and looking up from their cell phone screens.

A young man in a student uniform wearing a long-sleeved, completely black sweater walked from a distance, frowning....Chris.

That's the person I'm waiting for....

“How long have you been waiting?” That was the first sentence he asked before sitting down on the bench across from him along with a few of his closest friends. I shook my head in answer and put my cell phone in my pocket.

Chris doesn't like me being more interested in him when we're together.

"How are you? Can you take the exam?"

“Wow, Brother Sing. At this level.....it's strange to pass." He replied with a confident expression before making a cheeky face at the end, causing laughter from his friends to ring out together. Then he changed his face and told me a story about a very difficult exam.

I couldn't understand much of the story he told. Because right now my eyes and thoughts....are on the face of the person speaking.

Kris' round face seemed to pale slightly. The chubby cheeks seemed to respond, and the under-eye circles were noticeably darker.

So busy reading that I don't have time to take care of myself....

Get some rest, Chris....I'm worried.

I could only think of the last sentence in my head because I knew that even if I said it, it wouldn't mean anything to the listener since....

"Called just in time, Praew....We're just about to call."

The sound of Chris answering someone's phone. It took me out of my stupid thoughts.... The face that had been grimaced because of the extremely difficult exam changed into a wide smile.

“Very difficult. I'm definitely going to fall." Chris drags out the word "difficult" for a long time and laughs while saying it.

Group of friends sitting together I looked and shook my head, fed up with my friend's arrogance...before everyone slowly went their separate ways because it was now almost 5:00 p.m.

"I'm going, Brother Sing...leave Chris with me," Chris's last friend told me that.

“Um.” I nodded before turning to look at the person I had just accepted.

Now it's just him and me....and another person who sends a voice through the phone.

“Alright, tomorrow at 6 p.m. Definitely won't miss it,” Chris still said in a good mood. I sighed a little. before collapsing on the table

Chris doesn't like me being focused on anything other than myself when I'm with him.

But to him....I might just be an uninteresting subject compared to that other person's story.

“Oh, don't be upset. If you say you can go, you can go. What? We haven't made a mistake yet. Let's invite you to fight in advance."

The conversation continued for nearly five minutes... Five minutes felt like a very long time.

"Okay, see you later. I miss you."

Chris had hung up the phone....but when I looked up he was still smiling a little and smiling big on his mobile phone screen.

“You're in a better mood,” I teased. Chris turned around and smiled....a smile so wide his eyes were dizzying.

A smile that made my heart almost faint...it was like someone was holding my hand and squeezing it until it made me feel like my heart was about to break.

Just the sound of that person's voice made Chris feel so good....Then what meaning would it mean for me to sit and wait for him today?

“What should we eat?”

He put his cell phone into his pants pocket.... His smiling face returned to normal.

A neutral face to talk to an unimportant person like me.

"Whatever....Chris, what do you want to eat?"

“Is it KFC? I bought it to take back to my room. How can we play games together? I want to play games until I die."

“I agreed that the appointment was for you to come here. It's to become a friend to play games with." I grumbled a little. He laughed softly to relieve his embarrassment at being caught.

As for me....I also tried to laugh so he wouldn't know that I actually felt hurt.

I feel hurt that someone like me can only be a friend who exists to relieve loneliness.

“Go hyung, I brought the car today.” Chris' familiar voice sounded again before one of my arms was pulled. He tried to pull me up from the table. It was as if if I let me get up on my own it would take me a day.

“Today, are you babysitting me?” Chris turned to me and asked with a wide-eyed smile. He still hadn't taken his hand off my right arm, even though I had already gotten up from the table and the two of us were walking towards the courtyard. park the car

“What is the matter? I was the one who invited this.” I evaded....even though in my heart there was nothing stuck.

The reason I did that was because it immediately made the person I was offended act nicer.

“Oh, Brother Sing.....Please take care of me a little. I really want to eat.”

Chris tried to rest his round cheek on my shoulder.... The deep, soft voice that I was familiar with changed to a pleading sound that no matter how many times I listened to it, it made me feel good.

"If you want to eat, buy it yourself. I have money."

“Uncle...P'Sing. Brother Sing bought it for me and it was more delicious than if I bought it to eat myself.” He still couldn't stop begging. That stupid head was still resting on my shoulder, and both of his hands were still clinging tightly to my arms.

"Okay, do as you please....just this one time."

As soon as I finished speaking, he released his hand from my arm and held up both hands and shouted with joy like a child.

The story is overrated, there is no one more than this good father.

It's because of this....that I always give in to his wishes, even though I sometimes pretend to displease him in order to get him to beg. But I knew that in the end I would have to give in to him.

That word "just this one time"...that I said just now.

I say it every time....but I can never do it.

Just like my heart.....that can't be forced to stop its feelings for this person.

“Ah.. Brother Sing, if you have something to tell now, tell me everything.” Chris asked me when we were both in the car. I was wearing a seatbelt so I turned around and raised an eyebrow at the person asking.

“Tell me what?”

“You can tell whatever story you want to tell. We haven't talked much lately....I haven't had much free time to call you."

“Really?” I answered shortly before leaning back into the driver's side seat.

Since filming the series ended, Chris and I haven't had much work together....The more I move to different places to study, the less chance we'll see each other.

But the reason I don't talk to him often....is because I think that if we were far away from each other, it would make the feelings I have for him disappear faster.

But today when we met again....it made me realize that The further away.....the more the feelings I had increased hundreds of times.

“So you agreed not to tell me?” Chris's voice broke into my thoughts. I turned to look at the person driving the car. His face was white and bent, like a child who had been offended.

“Huh...what do you say?”

"Brother Sing, you don't listen to me at all. I told you to tell me your story, but I didn't tell you. We just want to know how you're doing these days, that's all."

"Oh...it's nothing. I just..."

“If you don't want to tell the story, then you don't have to. I don't want to listen." He interrupted me with a serious tone that made me instantly realize that he was annoyed.....and very annoyed.

At times like this, the only thing I can do is reconcile....

"Chris," he didn't answer.

“Chris, what are you going to tell me?”

“Chris, come on, don't worry.”

“Chris...Chris.”

“Here we are, Brother Sing is waiting in the car. I'm going down to buy food." He said and parked the car. Then open the door and go down.

“Where did you say that I would let you treat me to....?” Before he could finish his sentence, the car door slammed loudly. I watched the person half-walking and half-running into the department store buy fried chicken from my favorite shop and sighed heavily.

Why am I this kind of person? I know that the opportunity to be together is rare, so why would I act like a fool to make him angry?

Why did I keep thinking about my nonsense and neglecting to pay attention to the questions he asked....even though I already knew that there was no way his story with me would develop any further?

Why don't I act normally....be the older brother who pampers the younger sibling as a friend to relieve his loneliness when he's bored?

Why should I waste our time together dreaming of the impossible?

Well, he has his own people.....Shouldn't I just be humble and do everything normally as if nothing happened?

“I don't know what you're going to eat. I just bought this.” Chris returned again with a large bag of KFC. He put the fragrant fried chicken in the backseat before returning to sit in the driver's seat.

That handsome face was still bent as usual.

“I'm sorry, Chris. Just now I thought about something for fun. I won't do that in the future.” I decided to apologize to him along with a promise not to act like an idiot again...not just a promise to Kris, but a promise. Promise yourself too.

“Lately, I've been like this all the time. Even though today I'm really looking forward to talking with you, I have a lot of things to talk about. But what's the matter is that when we meet each other, you just sit there blankly. I'm your younger sibling, and you're interested in me."

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my dear little brother.” I surrendered before raising my hand to rub the black hair of the person who had just made the status of our relationship more clear than before.

“Then tell me. How is your life right now? Otherwise, I really wouldn't share KFC with you."

Then everything went back to the way it was before. I told him what had happened in my life during the time we hadn't met.

He told stories about his life without me back....Teasing each other, teasing each other like we used to.

Smiles and happy laughter continued as the two of us headed towards our little brother's condo.

Little brother....this is good enough for me.

“Brother Sing, sit here and wait. Go change in a moment,” Chris told me as we entered his room. Chris' room was still as messy as ever, with books strewn everywhere. His favorite guitar was in the middle of the room, his favorite game discs were scattered in front of the TV screen.

I used my foot to sweep the game discs enough to keep them from blocking the walkway before sitting down on the sofa.

During the filming of the series I come to this room more often than I go back to my own room... The two of us and probably other friends often come to hang out. Laying down or maybe just looking for a temporary place to sleep after filming a series.

I miss it too....that old atmosphere.

"P'Sing, what are you doing?" The owner of the room's voice sounded as soon as he walked out of the bedroom. Chris was now dressed in a white t-shirt and black shorts.

"Whatever. What do you want to play?"

“Then let's take this.”

Then Chris and I spent almost two hours playing games and eating.....The big bag of fried chicken that Chris had bought was now just bones. I moved myself up from the floor. Sitting on the sofa again because of pain in both my legs and back.

Chris pushed himself up to sit next to me, stretching his legs before grabbing the phone that had been left behind and leaning his head on my shoulder.

"P'Sing doesn't really use Twitter these days," he said so. That plump hand also swipes up and down on the white-blue screen.

"I'm lazy....bored, I don't know."

“Same thing.” After speaking, Chris changed his sitting position and lifted both legs up onto the sofa. Then he leaned back against me.

“He's not small. It's heavy to lean on like this." I moaned softly, but the good guy didn't have a chance to get up.

“It's comfortable,” he said, then turned his attention back to his mobile phone screen.

“And are you comfortable with us?” I complained again because now Chris' weight was pushing me until I was sitting close to the edge of the sofa.

“Complaining.” Chris pushed himself up....I immediately felt my heart drop.

Are you angry again? I'm just joking. In fact, I feel good about him doing that to me.

I just want him to beg me....I want him to act cute so that I can indulge him like always.

“You can't lean on it.” Chris's loud voice and the small pillow being placed on his lap made me jump slightly.

But what made my heart beat even harder than before was the fluffy head of the room owner laying on my lap, closely following the soft pillow.

“Let me sleep like this for a moment.”

“Um...um.” I nodded to the person who was lying on my back playing on my cell phone using my legs as pillows.

Chris lay there for fifteen minutes....without saying anything to me.

Even though I should be upset that he's more interested in his cell phone than me....but this time I want us to stay quiet like this for another half hour or hour. Or one full day is fine.

"Brother Sing, I'm sleepy." Then the person in my lap immediately interrupted my happiness. I looked down at his round face and found that his eyes had begun to droop. Chris put his cell phone down next to him and lifted his head, forcing his closed eyes to meet mine.

“Sleep here.”

“No way....go sleep in your room. It's already 9:00 p.m. I'll be right back."

“Don't go back yet,” he said and my whole world almost stopped spinning.

Chris turned himself onto his side and faced me...one of his hands resting near my hip and his head moved closer until his white face was pressed against his abdomen.

I could feel the tip of my high nose touching my stomach through my student shirt.

“I miss you. Don't go back yet. Wait for me to wake up first.”

Wait...I can always wait for him.

But how long can people wait for someone?

One day, one month, one year.....or forever.

Since I know that our story will never work out...should I stop waiting?

I leaned back against the back of the sofa to make myself more comfortable. The person in my lap moved so that his face was resting on my stomach as usual.

A muffled sound came from the person who was about to fall asleep, but I couldn't make out the meaning of his words.

"What do you say? I can't hear you." I looked down and asked the person speaking. Chris made a muffled sound in his throat again, but I still couldn't hear him.

“Chris, I don't understand anything. What will Chris want?

This time, he let out a big sigh and looked up from his belly, his red-haired lips pouting like a child's. To express dissatisfaction that I couldn't hear him.

"Please play with my hair," he said, his round cheeks turning red....I could feel my face getting hot.

But there was no time for me to accept or reject it. That red face disappeared into its original place.

And finally, I allowed myself to raise one hand and lightly comb the jet black hair of the person in my lap....I'm comfortable, someone gave me a massage like this.

Chris began to breathe more evenly, indicating to me that he was probably asleep. So I stopped the hand that was stroking his head... I moved that hand to gently place it on his shoulder for fear of alarming the person who was sleeping comfortably.

So many thoughts swirled around in my head....especially what Chris had just done.

Kris has never done this to me....even during the time when we were very close like during the filming of the drama, he has never been this close to me before.

It's too dangerous for my heart....

Will Chris know that what he's doing is making people who don't want to admit they're in love....find any more excuses for their own hearts?

All this time He knew that this little brother of his was already owned because of that. Even in his thoughts...he never used the word "like".

But now....he probably has to admit that

He loved this little brother so much. I've loved him for a long time....longer than he can forgive himself.

Chris....I'm really sorry you feel this way. But after Chris wakes up, you will act like nothing happened. You will act like we are just siblings and you will never let Chris know your feelings.

But right now, I want to make the most of our time together like this as possible.

“Oh!” The voice in my mind rang out. Chris moved slightly before the hand that had been on my hip moved to reach for something.

“Brother Sing, have you seen my phone? I felt it shaking,” he said in a sleepy voice, raising his head to meet my eyes.

People like me who had their happiness interrupted again could only sigh and look for the phone of the person who was still sleepy.

“Right here,” I said before reaching out and picking up the black phone that had fallen next to the owner. The mobile screen displayed a name that I was familiar with.

gleaming....

I handed the phone to the man who had turned over and was rubbing his eyes.

“What do you say?”

After asking, he pushed himself up....On my lap now there was only a small pillow left.

I felt empty...not only because Chris was no longer sleeping on my lap, but because I felt that my heart that was full just now had disappeared with someone's warmth.

“Then why are you calling now? I'm sleeping well." Chris' voice sounded again.

“Too much, Praew. Didn't you tell us at first?"

Chris's voice became even more stern.... plus the conversation I overheard indicated that I shouldn't be sitting here knowing about the two of them.

I pushed myself up from the sofa and turned around for a moment before finding my backpack that had been left on the floor.

"I'll be back first."

“Is everything as you wish? I'm tired.....wait a minute." At the end of the sentence, Chris turned to talk to me. along with one of my arms was grabbed by him

I tried to use my other hand to remove Chris's hand....but he squeezed it tighter.

“Talk to Brother Sing, that's all.” After saying that, he threw the phone onto the sofa. Kris' face looked even more serious.

“Brother, don't go back yet. Let's be together first." A hushed, overbearing voice rang out...but this time, I didn't plan on being soft-hearted.

I've known Chris for a long time...I know how much he fought with his person, but no matter what, in the end, Chris will do whatever it takes to reconcile the two of them.

And for a moment, the two of them seemed to be arguing...so Chris shouldn't have wasted my time.

"Let me go home....Chris will have time to reconcile with Praew." He said while my hand still didn't give up the effort to remove Chris' hand....but because of the strength The pressure on my arm was increasing more and more, causing me to frown in pain.

It's not just a pain in the arm...but it hurts all the way to the heart.

"Isn't it relevant?" Chris asked me briefly. But it can make my eyelids become moist.

That's it...I'm just an outsider who has nothing to do with him. I have no right to interfere in their affairs.

“Can you stop taking my hands off me and stay still for a moment? What's going on?" Chris said in an annoyed tone.

So I agreed to remain silent but did not give up any effort to get out of the current situation.

"Chris, please let me go home. I beg you."

“But I want you to stay....What's wrong with you? When it was still good, why did you suddenly rush back?”

"Well, I don't want to listen to you fighting with your girlfriend."

Or to be more accurate, he doesn't want to listen to Chris talk to that person...wouldn't it be better if they fought? If you're upset, I don't want to listen.

"Hey.....Praw, he's not my boyfriend anymore," Chris said as he released his hand from my arm. He raised that hand to brush through his own jet-black hair before lowering his hand to stand with his feet hanging on his hips.

As for me....still stunned by the sentence I just heard.

"Don't tell me you think I'm reconciling with Praew again. I broke up with him two months ago."

But I, who was still trying to organize what I heard, still had no answer for him.

“Brother Sing, I think I told you already. That I broke up with him....and this guy that we talk to every day thinks of as just a friend and not a lover anymore."

“But every time we see things getting better,” I argue because I still can't believe what I'm hearing....It's true that two months ago Chris said he had broken up with that woman.

But it's like this every time, isn't it? Since I've been close to him....he's told me how many times he's broken up with his girlfriend, five or six times. And every time they return to love each other as before.

“This time it's not good.... Praew has a new girlfriend and he just called and asked me to help him buy a birthday present for his new girlfriend. This is the person we were arguing with just now. Because he was going to invite me to his girlfriend's birthday party, I was angry at him like that, he was being annoying. Do you understand me?....one more thing."

Chris gave a slight pause.....He took a deep breath as if gathering his courage.

“Besides, I probably won't be able to get back on good terms with him. Since now I already have someone I like.”

“Then why are you telling me?”

Once again, my heart was crushed by him as it began to swell.

Chris is no longer Praew's boyfriend....but he has someone he likes too.

And what about me?

“I'm back,” I told him, trying to keep my voice from shaking before turning around and preparing to walk towards the door. But before I could take a step, my wrist was caught again.

“Don't you understand? What do I mean?” Chris pulled me back to look at him again. He was angry...I knew it immediately.

“Why is it so difficult to understand?”

Just then....I felt the force of the touch on my lips.

Chris kissed me.....

It was soft and it passed so quickly that I could barely keep up.

“Don't you know that this guy is doing things these days? Because people like it or they wouldn't ask to come see me even though I have to study for an exam like this. If I knew that you were this naive, I'd write a sign and put it on my forehead. It'd be good that I like it....Oops."

This time, I didn't wait for him to finish speaking... Our lips touched again, not as softly and carelessly as before. Because I want it to be soft and sweet so that the person receiving it will never forget this kiss.

“Mmmm.” Chris moaned softly in his throat. I lifted one hand up and pressed it against the back of his neck, while the other grabbed him closer to me than before.

I felt his hands grip my shirt tightly. Chris's breathing became labored and I realized that I had taken too much pleasure from him.

"I'm sorry I was so naive," I said softly to him as our lips parted. Chris turned his head away before pouting like he liked to do when he was offended.

“Good to know.” After saying that, the speaker buried his face in my shoulder. A muffled voice sounded softly. Makes my heart swell

“I agree that I won't go back. Tonight, I want you to stay with me.”

How long do you think people can wait for someone?

One day, one month, one year.....or forever.

But for me....the feeling I received from someone made me realize how worth it was to wait.

“Oh, Brother Sing, who are you waiting for?” A familiar voice called from behind, causing me to turn around and look at a young man with a slender figure, round face, puffy cheeks, wearing a student uniform and a gray sweater, smiling. Give me width

The owner of the voice trotted towards me before leaning closer and giving him an annoyed look.

"So, who are you waiting for today?"

“Come and wait for my boyfriend.”