Afterwards, Kang Sola became numb to it, and eventually it became a norm to them – Xue Guangxi would casually take Kang Sola's bag from her shoulder and carry it himself, or Xue Guangxi would take extra care into getting what Kang Sola needs. Everything he had done without speaking of it. He just did it. Automatically.
Of course, for the boy, there's certainly color to it – vibrant, even, at its finest. But he knew where his place was, and he's contented with it.
He silently followed her around, thought of her, got flustered about her, without her knowing.
'I'm just a friend, but I better be the bestest best friend she could ever have. I should excel on it.'
'Don't know if I can accept it if even that title will be stolen from me.'
'If I can't be the boyfriend, might as well be the best friend who's always there for her – a confidante whom she could share her joy and sorrow with. A listener to her rants and complains. Her punching bag. Anything she needs, actually. I would be it. Silently, though, never attempting to cross that invisible line.'
Kang Sola and her boyfriend James were still on steady. They had decided on trying out the long-distance relationship status. At times, Xue Guangxi found Kang Sola so immersed into sending cute emoji messages to her James. Sometimes, he caught a glimpse of some lovey-dovey content in her messages, which, by the looks of it, hurt his eyes tremendously. It was as if rays of sunlight pierced his eyes – an inverse Cyclops effect. The hurt in his eyes went straight to his heart and pierced it like how a laser would. He could only gulp and dissolve the lump forming in his throat.
Who was he anyway? Just a friend. Her best friend.
One time, there was intramurals in their school. Kang Sola joined volleyball while he played baseball, his favorite sport.
It so happened that the schedule of their matches coincides. He played and did his best, and God knows he enjoyed the game so much.
They won. He jumped up and down in ecstasy.
After the game, the first thing he did was look for Kang Sola to share with her the exhilarating news. He found her sitting on the gutter, hugging her left knee. She was injured.
He rushed towards her upon seeing her current state. She was gritting her teeth from the pain. She had scraped her bare knee onto the abrasive ground.
"Anyone please call the medics!" He shouted in a frenzy.
The referee who was left behind retorted nonchalantly. "We already did. They're on their way."
"What? There's no medics team assigned here?"
"Boy, the game ended a while back. She didn't utter a word back then. Now that the game's over, you want special service for her?"
Rather than answering back and wasting any more of the time, he weighed his options and chose to tend to the wounded Kang Sola. Every second mattered.
He bent forward and picked her up princess-style. Of course, the girl struggled in his arms. "Guangxi put me down! Where are you going?!"
"To the infirmary." He said curtly.
"I can walk. Put me down." Kang Sola insisted. He could sense the annoyance in her voice.
He obliged. "Okay. But I'll help you reach the infirmary." He grabbed her arm and swung it around his shoulders. The girl skipped her way towards the infirmary.
"Thanks, Guangxi."
"But sometimes, I feel you're going overboard already."
The boy froze. 'Am I? Have I?'
Chapter end
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