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THAME
I met Dylan and Jun in my second year at university. They were already friends, we happened to be in the same drama club. I wasn’t really interested in acting back then, was searching for a club to meet other people because I really was bad at making friends in my first year. Looking like a total loser… Drama club seemed to be the best option.
Dylan and Jun were great. They were a few years older then me, often asked me to join them even if it wasn’t about the club. We met for studying, after classes, at each other’s home. They became my best friends at the end of the year. And I wasn’t stupid. I saw them acting different around each other. Even if I was in the picture, they always had the special treatment for one another. And it was not about them being already friends before me, it was not friendly feelings. They had something going on and being the good friend I am, I decided to make them a real couple.
Confronting them about their feelings was not hard. When I was alone with them, without another, they talked to me freely. They told me their stories. About how they met, outside of the university but realizing they are both going to the same uni and not so after they moved in together.
Neither of them dated anyone after meeting each other. It was sweet, I was kinda jealous of how sweet their love was.
But Jun and Dylan, both were dumb. It was already two years since they met. They were a year ahead of me so it was their last year in university, yet none of them confessed.
We had other people joining to our friendship circle. First was Pepper, with her girlfriend. And the other was Sunny. Whose my classmate and kinda forced herself to be a part of the friend group.
It was Dylan’s birthday when the big thing happened. Jun kissed him at midnight, in front of everybody. Just our friend group and some of other friends Dylan invited. Everybody cheered. I was screaming ‘finally’ to them. They looked happy. I was happy too. They were my best friends and they probably never realized but they were the reason I lived my university life happily.
After they graduated, I was left with Pepper and Sunny mostly. I knew Sunny had a crush on me. I knew Pepper knew too but I wasn’t interested in her. And If I really think about it, I really wasn’t interested in anybody after meeting Jun and Dylan. Probably they were all i need and maybe their disgustingly sweet love was enough for me too.
Jun, Dylan and I kept the friendship going for 2 more years. Till I was 24, already graduated and still unemployed. It was not a fight, not a miscommuncation, not a bad incident that made the friendship ‘ungoing’. It was just life, just all of us growing up and building new lifes. First, meetings were lessened, then calls and then texts. I still followed them on social media. Liked their posts, watched their stories; they did as well. They were still together, they were still in love. And maybe I had too much free time too, I started feeling lonely.
For 6 years, I never really dated someone. Just went on some dates, kissed a couple of girls after the dates but never ‘real’ really happened. The last time I was really hopelessly in love was at highschool. Now I had nobody and top of that, I was broke.
I got small roles in some theatre plays. Got some pocket money but it wasn’t enough. Volunteered in some too, to make myself seen. Since my degree didn’t help making my stomach full.
At the end of my 24 I met someone. Po. A new director, looking for someone to act in his short movie. Recognising me from the local theatre plays. Came to me one evening, smelling heavinly and looking heavinly too.
Whatever he said, I wasn’t really listening. It was the first time after all those years that I was captivated by someone’s beauty. And it was a boy, a man. A 27 years old director.
I agreed.
Before even reading the script.
We traveled around Thailand. It was wonderful, unforgettable, it was one of the best things that happened to me. It was only us. He handled the sound, the lightings, styling and everything.
I kissed him when we finished filming. We were in Chiang Mai. I was running freely in the last scene. Screaming, laughing, hands are freely feeling the wind. And he was following me with his camera. Sun was settling, the view was mesmerizing, everything just like how he wanted.
Then he said “cut.”
The end.
I faced him. Breathed soundly, out of breath because of all the running. Looked at his smiling face. Then didn’t think about it twice, took some steps towards him, held his face in my hands and kissed him hard. He immediately kissed me back. We were already breathless and kissing didn’t help. Whenever we break the kiss to breathe we kissed again, again and again.
I started dating him after that. It was my first time with a man but I knew what I felt. I was crazy for him. I was so sure that all the novels and movies about ‘love’ that I didn’t quite understand before, was this. What I felt for Po.
His short movie was successful. Not the best but still was nominated. He was happy with his work. He made me meet his friends and helped me getting a regular job.
We started living together in our 3rd year. And after that, things have started to change.
We fought.
We never really fought before. For 4 years. All the problems was solved before getting bigger. But then fighting started. I was heartbroken. I never really thought Po would break my heart. I never really thought he would be too harsh.
It was because of Sunny.
Even if i was drifted apart with Jun and Dylan, Sunny stayed in my life. And I was always grateful for her. I knew she was over her crush on me already, we were good, close friends. But she was still a bit careless for Po’s liking. Po disliked her from the start. I made them meet after a year of dating. And even after 3 years, it was still a problem for Po.
He didn’t like how often I spent time with her. He didn’t like me buying her gifts. He didn’t like her leaving her hoodie in our house.
Po was insecure. Because of his last relationship, he always accused me of things i never did. He gathered every little detail and made a story out of it. About my new ‘fans’, about me keeping Pepper’s birthday wish card, my costar’s late night message, everything. At first, I was understanding. I knew he was trying his best. I knew he loved me.
But it was not enough.
I wasn’t even sure if he ever believed my feelings anymore.
I loved him. My feelings were sincere. I even dreamed about our future together but it was all gone. It felt like I was in a play all this time, it was all act. Or thats how he saw it all. All was an act. My feelings, my kisses, my promises, my touches, my nights spent with him on phonecalls, my friends meeting his friends, it was all act for him. I remember saving money for our anniversary to go Chiang Mai again, having the best night there. Not kissing my costar on stage to just make him happy when he is in the audience and get scolded by producer after.
I moved out. Didn’t even care even if I was the one who chosed the apartment we lived in.
He called me a few times. Texted me saying sorry. We gave each other space. I wasn’t really over him, so I tried again with him. Again, again and again. But I knew this would happen again. Maybe not with Sunny next time but someone else in the future. He didn’t trust me.
We broke up in our 5th year.
I was almost 29. I was still in love with him. I never really remember how many nights I fell asleep crying. I kept checking our texts, strolled around the pics we took, the pics I took of him. It was so hard to forget him. He was my first truly love. No one before him had me feel like this. Nothing could ever describe the feeling of kissing him for the first time, in the middle of a field, full of greens, bugs, flowers.
Sky was never as pretty as that day too.
Sunny told me I wasn’t stupid. It was too normal to feel like this, this much broken. I told her one of the reasons was her: The way he treated me this way, but she took no offence. She knew she wasn’t in the wrong. It was none of us’ fault.
It was my 15th stage of the same musical when I saw someone familiar in the audience, ‘A Night’, the story of two siblings who lost their everything and now has to built a new life. I loved it. All the story, all the details. But Po never had the chance to watch me performing it. He watched me practice the lines, I even practiced with him. But when it was the show time, we were already exes.
Pepper was in the audience. I saw him at the end, when all the team was coming back to stage to get the applause. Maybe the best part about being a theatre actor.
He waited me till I changed. Gave me a bouquet of flowers. Congratulated me, told me he really liked it; both my performance and the musical.
Pepper and I never cut the contact but ofcourse, we weren’t as close as before. So I was a bit surprised seeing him. Even when we were at a bar drinking and chatting after the musical, I felt like he wanted to talk to me about something else. He didn’t showed up on a tuesday night randomly.
“I was thinking about a reunion.” And I was right about my feelings. A university reunion. With the drama club, with friends, Sunny, Dylan, Jun… I felt something warm crawling up in me. Maybe because of alcohol maybe not. He asked me about Jun and Dylan, I told him that I don’t know much. “Our friendship kinda fell off. But I still love them, would love to see them again actually.” Pepper gave me a half smile. “I guess there is only me and my girlfriend who stayed as before.” What he said was absolutely a joke but it made me feel a bit sad. If we kept the friendship as before maybe it wouldn’t be too hard for me to get over Po. I didn’t show him that I was sad though, “Hey, Sunny and I are still close.” He then gave me a real smile. “Is she still after you?” I rolled my eyes and laughed with him.
It was a good night. It helped me think about different things, ‘non-po’ things. We decided the time and the place, and he said he will contact everyone and make the reunion happen.
After 2 weeks, I was at the pub we choosed. I wasn’t sure how many of us gonna be there. Sunny was ofcourse with me. Pepper too. And Nano, Wine, Smart…
I was looking for Jun and Dylan to join. They didn’t. My eyes darted to doors too many times. “Jun and Dylan are not coming?” It was Nano who asked. Pepper finished his drink. “I don’t know. I texted them both but they didn’t give me a proper answer.” Wine clicked her tongue. “Is it really hard to come? Even Thame is here.” All eyes turned to me, “What?”
“You are a big deal now you know.” Nano said, Sunny teased too. I shook my head. “Nooooo. You all know I’m not that famous. I’m just.. okay now I guess.” Pepper punched me jokingly, then imitated me. “Okay that I have all the musical gigs waiting for me now because I have such a nice voice.” Everyone laughed.
Everything was going okay, fun even until someone mentioned Po. I freezed. Maybe my acting skills were just usable on stage.
Ofcourse they knew Po. We were open from the start. All the posts about each other, basically everyone knew that we dated. I didn’t even delete our pictures, don’t know what Po did though. I hadn’t have a heart to check the reality.
Sunny handled before me. Everybody probably got the answer because of my face before she answered. They changed the topic but I still couldn’t join the conversation, excused myself. Got my drink with me and decided to get some air.
Terrace was emptier than the inside. A few tables were full but I was the only one standing near the glass railing.
I didn’t want to think about Po, I really didn’t. So I thought about university days.
I thought about Jun. How he always checked on me when he felt something wrong. How he was always soft spoken, a bit teasing but the bestest friend anyone can ask for. Always by myside whenever I needed. Shared his meals, shared his playlist. Always opened the door and his arms.
Then I thought about Dylan. Pretty Dylan. Probably everyone’s first impression of him was him being pretty. Seem sharp tongued, distant at first but the most thoughtful person ever. I still remember him taking me to a concert because I mentioned to him once and told him how much I wanted to go. Ordering food to my house on my exam days because he knew I always skipped. Staying and holding me all night when I lost my childhood dog and wasn’t able to go back to home because of my group presentation.
I also remember Dylan being the happiest person over tiniest things. He wore the cheap bracelet I got for him till he graduated. When he saw that my lockscreen was three of us, he shared ‘the news’ with everyone around us, smiling as big as ever. I sent him a song link one day, telling him that the song reminded me of him, it was in his most listened songs list at the end of the year.
Before I realize, I was smiling stupidly looking at the city lights. “You look crazy giggling by yourself.”
It was Dylan. I was startled, my face probably showed how surprised I was because Dylan started giggling too. “P’Dylan…” My voice came out as a whisper.
He has changed his hair color from gray to light brown. He looked softer, older, maybe a bit thinner, still pretty. His cheeks were pink already, like he already drank too much. He said “Hi.” softly. I smiled back him. We both took each other in, just made eye contact for a while. I felt something in my chest. I wasn’t sure if it was because I saw him after years, or the broken feelings I already have are making things more complicated.
He looked really pretty that night. Already in his 30s. A drink in his hands and looking too cozy in his sweater. “How have you been?” It was him who asked. I just shrugged my shoulder. “Good, nothing special. How about you?” I actually really wanted to know how’s he doing. He deactived his instagram a few months ago. So I wasn’t keeping up with him for a while. “Good now, I guess.” It didn’t sound good. I looked at him.
Something didn’t feel right. His face, I knew him.
And we were friends, best friends before. It wouldn’t be weird checking on him.
“Why did you deactivate your instagram?” He looked away and took a sip of his drink. “Just because.” It wasn’t the answer I was looking for. “Where is P’Jun?” When he looked back at me again, I knew it.
They broke up too.
“Oh..” He just chuckled to my reaction. “Are you okay?” I asked, concerned. “I am. Don’t worry.”
If you look at it as an outsider, it was totally normal for best friends to hug each other after all these years. After broken hearts and trying to be still happy. But it didn’t feel normal.
Because when I hugged him, felt his body heath and how he pressed his face to my shoulder, I felt strange.
It made me feel sick. It was what i needed too. It was comfortable. I didn’t want to let go.
I kept holding him. We stayed there hugging longer than it should be.
“I missed you so much.” It was me saying that. Even my voice was sincere. But maybe it wasn’t the right time, for both of us.
He held me stronger. Whispered “Me too.”
When we separated from the hug, I immediately took a step back. Keeping the distance. Just because. He was really pretty, grown up, with soft brown locks, softer eyes.
We went back to others. Acted like nothing happened.
We were always friends. Nothing more.
“You have to reactivate your account. We have to show Jun what he is missing.” Smart was taking Dylan’s phone, it was already 3AM, Sunny’s head was falling sleepily; Nano was hyping Smart too, saying Dylan looked too pretty tonight to not show it to the whole world.
Dylan wasn’t fighting. He was just smiling and letting them do whatever they want.
“I already knew they broke up.” Pepper said to me. “How did you know?”
“Jun came to my house in the middle of the night one day. We live close, probably I was the best option.” I wanted to ask him why did they break up but it was probably better to ask Dylan directly.
“I think he fucked up. I didn’t really asked what he did but he seemed guilty.” My eyes went back to Dylan. He was already looking at me. I didn’t expect him to watch me, felt my ears starting burning under his eyes.
I really didn’t understand myself tonight. Why I was feeling shy that he was watching me across the table. 10 years ago, we were together everyday. We even slept over one or two days a week. Sometimes on the floor watching a movie, sometimes on the bed. Three of us.
“So yeah, I didn’t expect them to join us actually. Since it meant the other might be here. But I’m happy Dylan came today.” I nodded my head, sipped my drink in silence for a while. And maybe because it was already too late and I had enough drink to have the courage, I confronted Dylan.
Asked him what happened between him and Jun. What did Jun do. I wanted to know someone else’s pain. I wanted to share my pain. I wanted to be close to Dylan just like before.
Jun fell out of love.
That’s what Dylan said to me.
Jun’s feelings disappeared as time goes. He didn’t actually do something wrong. But Dylan felt it, he felt unwanted. He felt like an extra, like someone who is holding Jun back.
My eyes were filled with tears without I was realizing. Dylan felt too much pain but there was nothing to do about it. He accepted it, he accepted that Jun was interested in someone else now. Love was not forever for everyone. He was not enough to be loved forever.
“No.” I didn’t agree with him. I didn’t expect him to downgrade himself this much. “Don’t say that to yourself. You know it was no one’s fault.” My tears fell as I was speaking, he wiped my tears with his thumbs. “Why are you even crying?” He giggled at me, finding my crying a bit funny. Rubbed my cheek with his thumb, then he asked me. “You broke up too, right?” This time I wasn’t surprised that he realized. I just nodded. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.” Then he took his hand back from my face. I missed the warmth immediately.
“It’s just… I don’t think he is still ready for a relationship. I knew he was still traumatized by his last relationship from the beginning, he told me. But I didn’t think it would still affect us after five years.” I didn’t explain more. Didn’t want to. Dylan didn’t ask more too.
“Guys, we are leaving its already past 4AM.” Smart was the one who said it. Sunny and Wine was up too. Then Pepper and Nano followed them.
We didn’t follow them. We talked about all the past years. Him about his coffee shop, the cat he adopted, his new interest in coloring. Me about my musicals, trips, about my family and little fandom who sends me encouraging messages about my musicals.
We left at 6AM, when the pub was closing. The air was just a bit chill, sun still wasn’t out yet. We were standing side by side.
I didn’t want to leave him. Not yet.
“I’m hungry.” He said it. I smiled at him knowing he didn’t want to leave too.
It was hard to find an open place to eat at that hour. Sun started rising when we finally found one. He was keep making jokes and maybe because we were sleep deprived too, everything was funny.
The breakfast was bad.
We both talked about how bad the food was after we left and this was funny too. Just our laughing sounds heard on the street, with some birds chirping.
We were finally outside of my apartment. He insisted on ‘dropping me off.’ I still didn’t want to say goodbye, but we were both already tired.
“I’m sorry.” Dylan said all of a sudden. “I’m sorry I stopped texting or calling. I should have tried more.” I shook my head as a no. “It’s not just your fault.” He didn’t listen to me. “No. I’m the older one. And you were struggling. I should’ve been by your side. I acted selfishly.”
“You didn’t. You didn’t even know what I went through.”
“If I asked, If I tried, I would’ve known and helped you.”
It was my first time seeing him crying. Even in university too, Dylan never cried. He didn’t even cry when he told me his story with Jun a few hours ago.
“Hey, why are you crying? P’Dylan, it’s all in the past. I swore I’m good now.” I was panicking, he was wiping his face harshly. Breathing heavily too. I held his shoulders.
“P’Dylan.” My voice came out weak. I knew it then, the reason of his crying wasn’t because of me only. All of the things he kept in himself. All the feelings he had to suppress.
I wasn’t sure if I really should hug him again, hold him close to me. I was afraid of making a mistake. I was seeking the closeness, insanely.
“Kiss me.” I barely heard him. His face was facing down, his breathing was back to normal but I was sure of what I heard, my heart was thumping in my ears. He probably heard my gasp, raised his head slowly.
We made eye contact.
I couldn’t take a step back this time. My eyes were dropping to his lips slowly. His full, pink lips. Then I looked back at his eyes again. Still shiny from crying. It was so wrong to kiss him. He was my old best friend, he has dated my other best friend. My heart was still asking for Po.
We met in the middle. He held my arms, squeezed weekly. My hands on his shoulders dropped to his waist, I pulled him close. We didn’t stop for a while. Changed the direction of our faces, our kissing fastened. I felt his tongue on mine, tasted the lemonade he drank half an hour ago. When I realized that I was pulling him even more close and kissing him a bit hungrier then normal, heard the whimper of us both at the same time, I pulled back.
We were both out of breath. His lips were redder now. He didn’t look at my eyes. I gulped. Did we fuck up everything? We probably did.
We shouldn’t have kissed.
“I’m going home now.” Dylan said, ran his fingers through his hair, looked at me for a second and started walking.
I didn’t say anything. I wasn’t able to, didn’t know what to say. I knew I should not invite him over. So I just watched him walking away slowly.
I cupped my face, groaned into my hands. Walked back and forth for I don’t remember how long.
I got a message from Pepper asking me if I’m home, checking on me and telling me he couldn’t sleep, it made me stop phasing around and go inside finally.
I was already too tired, passed out on the couch with the same clothes. Smelling like alcohol and tasting Dylan still in my mouth.
Fuck.
If someone ever told me that one night, after 10 years, I would be kissing Dylan in the middle of a street at 7AM, I would probably think they are crazy.
How? Jun and Dylan always liked each other. They were so close that it was really hard to find one without other. They shared everything, even their stupid game accounts. And I was always the close friend in the picture. I was a part of it in a friendly way. How could I kiss Dylan?
I did. He did too. He kissed me back, he didn’t even pull back from me. I was the one pulling back.
I groaned turning around. Headache. My stomach hurt too, probably because of that stupid breakfast.
I showered first, made myself more presentable. Prepared a tea to feel better.
My next musical was not near since we were having a break time, I pulled out my phone to check instagram. Smart and Nano really reactivated Dylan’s account. Because Nano tagged him on the photo he posted of us.
My hand when to his username, I clicked on it. And the first thing I saw was his last post with Jun. He didn’t delete or archive them, like me. It was posted 4 months ago. Dylan was smiling big.
I locked my phone and threw it away on the couch. Got my wallet and went outside without the phone. Decided it’s better to spend time all alone.
I tried everything to take my mind off Dylan. Went to shopping, bought the things I would’ve not bought before yesterday since I don’t need more gray or black shirts, drank the most bitter americano and went to bowling when I was just passing in front of it but it caught my eye. I don’t even remember the last time I went to bowling, probably with Po a few years ago.
It was already dark when I was back.
My phone was filled with notifications from Instagram and a few calls from my mom. I only called my mom, then put a movie on and spent the night on the couch once again.
It was unfortunate that Dylan was in my dream. In my bed, actually. Sleeping, looking too soft and comfortable. The view was pulling me into him, making me want to cuddle him there. Hold him in my arms and sleep with him.
He opened his eyes, blinked a few times. Then found me standing by the door. He smiled at me.
I woke up.
I couldn’t even react at first. Watched the ceiling while lying on the couch motionless. Just kept blinking. Dylan’s smile, Dylan in my bed kept appearing in my mind. My fingers found my lips, traced on them.
Did I ever feel anything for him before?
Did I ever want to be Jun?
Has my heart ever beaten faster because of him before?
The answer was yes.
I wasn’t really aware of my feelings back then. I found Dylan pretty. I wanted to be close. I liked when he smiled, when we spent time together. But I liked Jun too. I was enjoying his presence. I know I felt bitter just for a moment when I realized they were both liking each other.
I didn’t think about it too much. My feelings were small enough to ignore. It was just a small crush. I didn’t take it seriously, it was over quickly. I liked them as a friend too much to let my not important feelings mess with it.
So I knew why I was affected by Dylan. Even if it was a really tiny crush, 10 years ago on top of that, I still found him attractive. I always found him pretty. And he was always a nice person, such a good person to fall over. Jun was lucky to have him and too stupid to let him go.
It was still middle of the night when I woke up. 2 AM actually, I was just sleeping for 2 hours at most. But I knew I wouldn’t fall back to sleep easily. So I got my car keys and wallet and went out.
Didn’t expect to see Dylan when elevator’s door opened at ground floor. He was surprised seeing me too. Why was he here at this hour?
The door was about to be closed, I stepped forward and got off of elevator. “Why are you here?” Dylan looked around, he was avoiding my gaze.
It was 2 fucking AM. Why was he here?
“I don’t know.” That’s how he answered. He didn’t know. Just like me, it must confusing for him too. But wasn’t it better to just ignore it? Just act like nothing happened?
“Where were you going?” He asked me, checking me from head to toe. “Just wanted to stroll around with my car.”
Someone else entered the building, we moved away from the elevator. “May I join you?”
I didn’t say no. We both got into my car. The ride was silent, probably our minds were too loud to care about the silence. He seemed like he wanted to talk but struggling to find his words. I opened the radio, wanted to lessen the tension in the car.
“I am sorry.” His words were finally out. “It wasn’t right to ask you kiss me. Even if you kissed too, it was me who asked.” I didn’t say no this time, didn’t want to take the blame. He continued. “I don’t know how i feel. Even if it’s only a bit more than three months since we’ve broken up, I knew it for a year. I just played along since I didn’t know how to live without him. It’s hard for me too, so hard and I probably don’t think straight. I’m sorry again.”
I pulled the car over. Looked ahead for a while. Didn’t face him yet, I was trying to understand him, his words. I breathed out loudly, then faced him.
He was already looking at me, his fingers were picking on his nails nervously. It felt like he was lying. He wasn’t being honest completely.
Was he really sorry?
“I’m gonna ask you one thing.” He nodded waiting for my question. “Do you regret it?” His lips parted, his fingers stopped. He didn’t give me an answer. “Why don’t you say anything?”
“I think it’s better for me to not answer.” I unbuckled my seatbelt, turned to him fully. “P’Dylan.” He was holding his breath. Really, really nervous.
“Thame please…”
His fingers now holding his seatbelt, tightly. I didn’t break the eye contact. We both, maybe for a minute, didn’t talk.
Jun’s face kept appearing in my eyes, maybe because I finally felt the guilt, I said “Okay.” and turned back to the road. Just as I was about to buckle up my seatbelt, I heard Dylan unbuckle his, holding my face and turning to him. He kissed me again before I understand what was happening.
He kissed me with lust, like he was dying to kiss me, his lips wanted to suck me in. He wanted to take everything from me.
I gave in, my whole body turned to him again. I held him, hovered over him, kissed him back as hungry as him. Maybe it was because it was already half a year since I had sex with anyone. I was turned on too, I wanted to have him. “Did P’Jun fuck you before he left you?” I asked him while leaving kisses around his neck.
It was so wrong of me to say that but I couldn’t stop the words coming out of my mouth. “No. He didn’t. He didn’t almost for a year.” His voice was weak. He moaned when he felt my tongue licking from his neck to back of his ear. “He must be stupid.” He took my face in his hands and pulled me back to kiss my lips again.
The knock on the window broke us apart. We pulled back, I felt his warm breath on my lips, his eyes were still full of lust. It was hard to go back to before now. I wanted to have him right there.
I sat back to driver’s seat, rolled down the window. “You can’t park here sir.” It was a parking attendant, showing a skyscraper behind. I just nodded, put on my seatbell, rolled up the window back and started driving.
Dylan asked me where we are going while he was putting on his seatbell too. I knew I wanted to take him home. If I do that, If I take him home and fuck him, it wouldn’t be me. I wouldn’t feel like myself.
So I wanted to make it right, took him to an open, luxurious restaurant on top of a hotel. At 3 AM, whole city under us. Just like a date.
When he realized what I was doing, he just smiled prettily. Choosed a wine for both of us. Took the scenery in, closed his eyes.
“Is it okay if I tag you?” He asked me after taking a picture of the wine glasses with the city view. “Yes, okay.”
When I reposted Dylan’s instagram story later that night, I finally checked who viewed my story. It was my first non-work related story after six months. And perhaps it was a cruel trick of fate, Po and Jun’s names appeared right below each other among the viewers.