My hands rested on the bench. It has been hours and he is still sleeping. It was not a smart decision. Well, not all your decisions are smart, some are done for the cinematic value.

He moved a little, his hand removing the cap from his face and he got up. His eyes squinted, obscuring his bloodshot eyes.

"You are still here?"

No baby I am not here. This is a projection from Mars... I moved there recently.

"No. You're dreaming. Wake up!" I said pinching his bicep and he yelled pushing my hand away. Whatever... His muscles are sturdy. Crazy that even after all this, I am still horny. The human spirit is unbreakable.

He rubbed his bicep, "What time is it now?"

"Look at your wrist watch idiot," I grunted and he complied. His eyes widened as he got up, "It's 11? I have been sleeping for five hours? What were you doing till then?"

"I came to the conclusion that the crux of human misery stems from the fact that our skeleton just wants to sit around and accumulate dust in an ancient barrow - that is the innate imperative of all skeletal remains in-case you didn't know. But our meat has its own agenda which creates this fundamental conflict of interests," I said, "That's what I did."

He blinked, "Are you insane?"

"Pretty much."

"Well let's go. I'll drop you. I am sorry, I didn't realise."

"I accept apologies in cash," I answered, getting up and stretching myself. "And also, I'll go back by a cab. I don't want my parents to see you. So, bye bye." I turned around with a smirk. Cool.

"Hey?" He called out but I continued walking. Someone just turn on the dramatic lights for me.

"Hey? Jee?"

"Are you deaf?" He finally yelled and I stumbled a bit, turning back.

"Are these candies yours?" He pointed at the bench.

Fuck. My babies.

I rushed back, picking them up and placing them all back in my packet and he laughed. I pointed a middle finger at him and rushed back, an embarrassed blush covering my face.

Sunday, 4:50 P.M.

Change Ryuk to Doraemon?
Yes / No

Doraemon

Me:
Hey? Are you doing
fine?

Doraemon:
I don't think so. I feel
so pathetic still.

It's really difficult
to type with ears in
your eyes.

*Tears.

Me:
Yeah PICASSO
EARS IN YOUR EYES!

Doraemon:
I hate you! 🖕

Me:
Me too.

Doraemon:
Aren't you an army?
You love me! 😌😌

Me:

Doraemon:
I thought this would
stop after knowing
that I am Yoongi 😑😑

Me:
You wish bitch?

I got the perfect chance!
💃🏻

Now this is you.

You got that? Awwww

Doraemon:

Anything else miss?

Me:

Doraemon:

Me:
Well today reminds me
of you

Doraemon:
Oh why?

Me:
Because it's hot af!
🔥🔥

Doraemon:
And there we go again 😂

Me:
Btw... I am sorry for
pulling you out of nowhere.

But you know, I am

quite a sentimental bitch,
and also a very good hearted
child of Big Mom. So... I
couldn't just leave you.

Doraemon:
Are you apologizing or
praising yourself? 🤨

Me:
Both.

Doraemon:
No need for both

No need for being sorry
because you're a bitch

No need to praise yourself
because you're a bitch again

Me:

Doraemon:
Stop this. For God sake.

Me:

True ship

Tangerine + Yoongi

Yoongerine 🔥🍊

Sounds like Wolverine lol

Doraemon:
😑😑

Btw I really like
your boobs.

*Books.

I meant books.

Me:
...bye.

Doraemon:
No really that was
a typo. I swear upon
anything. Literally.

Me:
Creep Yoongi.

Hoe. 😒😒

Doraemon:
Really. I am sorry.

Me:
Lmao I am joking.

Yeah it's fine.
Nice typo though.

How about fucking?
*Hanging

Doraemon:
That isn't even close? 😑

Me:
It was a typo man.

✨TyPo✨

Doraemon:
Can you just shut the
fuck up?

Me:
No.

Well I would, if you make

me meet BtS 💜💜

Just lemme text em once.
Pleaseuuu

Doraemon:
One word answer : No.

Me:
Whyyyy????

Doraemon:
🖕🖕

Are you still in Seoul?

Me:
No. I have just returned.

Doraemon:
Oh. Was it a safe ride?

Me:
Um... No. I was just
sitting in the car but something
said that I should go in
fast so, I kinda broke my
neck and died.

Just realised that I
was Jesus so I resurrected myself.

Doraemon:
😑😑😑

Me:

Ykw?? I returned and Lily
was standing on the door and
she hugged me.

I was so perplexed. I thought
what the fuck?! Didn't she
hated me? But her embrace
felt so warm...

Doraemon:
Aww. So you cried?

Me:
Nah!

But yeah, I was touched.

Doraemon:
It's easy to make you
feel touched I see.

Me:
Yeah like just touch
me. ¯\_( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)_/¯

Doraemon:
Man! That perverted

emoji.

Me:

Doraemon:
You turbo slut. 😒😒

Me:

Doraemon:
You even have perverted
memes. What if someone
sees them?

Me:
That day, you witness the
end of me. I will be an
angel of Jesus.

Doraemon:
Hm.

Fuck.

Me:
Well Doraemon cannot
reproduce.

Doraemon:
What?

Me:
I mean I don't think it
has a... yk... That thing.

Doraemon:
Like, fuck off.

Me:
No but so sad.
He cannot be a dad.
He must be so mad.
Poor lad.

Doraemon:
Jfc he is a robot

Me:
His thing must be hard then
¯\_( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)_/¯

Doraemon:
Then go and fuck him.

Me:

See your name. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Doraemon:
Why am I Doraemon?? 😒🤨

Me:
You look like him lol
Little cat robot man 🤣🤣

Doraemon:

I think the photo
doesn't agree.

Me:

Doraemon:
😑😑😑😑

Me:
Bro. I gtg. I am really
tired. Bye bye.

Doraemon:
Bye.

I sat down on the bed with an unreasoned smile. Surely, I had an earful of castigation from my revered parents who never bothered to ask if I ate anything the entire day. As I laid back down, a crumpling sound took me by bewilderment. I thrusted my hand in the hip pocket of my jeans to pull out the sheet of paper.

Fuck, I almost forgot that today is my birthday and also about the only birthday present I received. My heart swelled and my lips formed a natural pout.

Something in me felt like a quiet bloom. I wanted the feeling to still be there when I will be old. I closed my eyes and savoured the moment, but never released my grip on the seemingly consequential piece of paper. For the first time in forever my body and mind relaxed.

I opened my eyes and bit my bottom lip to restraint my ever stretching smile. Even when I wasn't crying, I sniffled, opening the folded envelope. It was a handwritten letter. I chuckled lightly, loving the way how heat travelled through my cheeks to my ears.

Not to self diagnose but something really is wrong with me.

"Do me a favor, I couldn't think of anything to write, so please pretend that you're reading something really touching, maybe even wipe away a tear, and then say to me 'That is so beautiful, I didn't knew you could write like that.' Thanks, I owe you one.

Happy Birthday though... Will just say that if you have any problem, you can hesitate once before disturbing my sleep because I love my sleep. But don't hesitate twice because you're important to me."

I laughed so hard reading the letter, I just couldn't repeal my smile. A little cute middle finger was drawn at the end of the letter. I buried my face into the letter and laid back down. A sort of madness pumping through my veins as I squirmed a little.

Jesus, I was just caught giving a fuck. Embarrassing.

I composed myself, fanning my face as I carefully placed the letter in my drawer.

"Happy Birthday to you Jee," I whispered.