Sparks and Chaos

The day he finally picked me up… oh my god, he took so long I was lowkey annoyed, but whatever. And then he came — and damn, I swear… fire, insane, hottttttt. No helmet, but that was okay.

We were planning to hit an amusement arcade, go on crazy rides, and on the way, I couldn’t help myself — I asked about his girlfriend. “Wait, you have a girlfriend… why are you hanging out with me?” He just told me they broke up. I wasn’t happy. I felt sad. I mean… I had just broken up too. Sad vibes all around.

Then, tragedy almost struck. Some car nearly hit us. Next thing I know, I’m hugging him like what is happening?! And then — oh lord — my hand touches something. His abs. His abs. I felt like a pervert. I couldn’t let go. My hand literally stuck there. He didn’t even move. So, naturally, I just… stayed there hugging him.

On the way, he kept asking me a million questions, and I told the stupidest jokes of my life. He was weird, kind of annoying, but also… handsome enough that I couldn’t really complain.

Then, we randomly changed plans and decided to go see a movie. When I got off, somehow, I found myself holding his arm. Not intentional, I swear. It just… happened.

And he just kept asking questions — so many questions — but he was sweet. Like, an act of service type of sweet. I told him my leg hurt, and the next second, he was massaging it. We had literally just met.

The movie was great. He was respectful, nice, and fun — though his jokes? So lame. Seriously, man. But I didn’t care.

After the date, he gave me a bracelet — the same one he had been wearing on his hand. I couldn’t believe it. We talked a lot, though honestly, I barely remember everything we said. All I remember is his handsome face, his laugh, and how alive he made me feel.

He laughed so much while he was around me, and I could see that even though he seemed like a quiet person, he genuinely enjoyed my company. I must have been so funny, because he couldn’t stop laughing the whole time. I could feel it — he adored me.

He was just… a really nice guy. Thoughtful, sweet, paying attention to the little things. On the way home, he even brought me a drink without me asking. He just… knew. He read me so well, and it made me feel… seen. Really seen.

On the way home, I started talking about Zhar to him. I even showed him a picture of us. But strangely, I didn’t feel sad — not really. It felt more like I was cherishing the memory, acknowledging it without pain.

Bai, though… he was different. Warm, gentle, never forcing anything, just giving. I found myself thinking that I liked this kind of guy. There was no pressure, no pretense. Just honesty and understanding.

We didn’t have any romance, at least not in the usual sense. We shared pieces of ourselves that we couldn’t tell anyone else — our sadness, our heartbreak, the parts we kept hidden. And yet, even in that sharing, there was a comfort I hadn’t felt in a long time.

When I got back home, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. I liked this type of guy — someone who could listen, laugh, and just be there without demanding anything in return. But a part of me wondered if he was playing me, if this was just temporary. I didn’t know yet. All I knew was that I felt seen, and for now… that was enough.

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