Shiin

The museum smelled of wax and old wood. They spent three hours there. Baku was smiling. A wide, ringing smile, like a teddy bear's. The kind that makes grandmas wave and children stare. He watched a group of students walk past. One of them looked back. Then another. He laughed at something Baku said. ⸻ Later, during a break, the four guys sat down at a table by the window. "I have the students' numbers," Baku said, almost choking on his noodles. "Maybe I should ask them out?" Go Tak didn't even look up from his plate. "They won't answer." Baku frowned. "Bet?" "The loser buys all four of them dinner," Go Tak said immediately. "Bet." Baku smiled as he dialed one of the numbers. Click. "This number is unavailable." "...Huh?" Go Tak snatched the phone from him. He squinted at the screen and laughed, hitting Jun Tae on the shoulder. "Usually numbers are eight digits, right?" he asked.* "And this one has nine." Baku snatched the phone back, blushing. He quickly lowered it, speaking. with the others, putting the phone away, shi eun. looks at them. gotak: children. so carefree

The story continued in Yndzhan.