Dal set his food down in favor of his coffee. He was slow to eat, but hungry enough that he just might be able to finish off one whole tortilla! Maybe. If he didn’t get too distracted by the warm feeling spreading out from his chest with every beat of his heart.
Had he ever been this happy? He couldn’t remember. Even before finding himself in the lease than ideal circumstance in which, until just last night, he lived… His family hadn’t been a loving one. His friends were… Well, they were teenagers. Everything seemed like extremes. And that boy he liked, it was just that: like. He didn’t have plans for some grand future with that boy.
Maybe he never thought much about the future back then because he knew his parents would choose it for him. He’d just be an automaton, going through the motions of life under the guise of being a good and dutiful son. Everything would be prim and proper and buttoned-up so they’d look good to the world at large. Dal would go into finance, like his dad. He’d clock in at some soulless office every day and his most meaningful relationships would be with the strangers he worked with, no deeper than the small talk exchanged in elevators.
And when he came to New York? He was on the street within a week. After the first year passed, he contented himself with having a little refuge of his own and a safe place to sleep. He knew his circumstance and didn’t have much hope of changing his stars. There was a future, it wasn’t as bleak as the one he foresaw for himself in Seoul, but it wasn’t vibrant either. Maybe just a step above.
And then Gabriel showed up and everything began to change.
Now? He looked forward to what tomorrow would bring. Dal looked forward to wakinge up tomorrow in Gabiel’s house, in Gabriel’s arms. He was eager to meet Gabriel’s mother. He was oh-so-happy to be sitting across the table from a man he’s certain he loved, eating too much breakfast (for him), and dreaming about their life together.
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Had he ever been this happy? He couldn’t remember. Even before finding himself in the lease than ideal circumstance in which, until just last night, he lived… His family hadn’t been a loving one. His friends were… Well, they were teenagers. Everything seemed like extremes. And that boy he liked, it was just that: like. He didn’t have plans for some grand future with that boy.
Maybe he never thought much about the future back then because he knew his parents would choose it for him. He’d just be an automaton, going through the motions of life under the guise of being a good and dutiful son. Everything would be prim and proper and buttoned-up so they’d look good to the world at large. Dal would go into finance, like his dad. He’d clock in at some soulless office every day and his most meaningful relationships would be with the strangers he worked with, no deeper than the small talk exchanged in elevators.
And when he came to New York? He was on the street within a week. After the first year passed, he contented himself with having a little refuge of his own and a safe place to sleep. He knew his circumstance and didn’t have much hope of changing his stars. There was a future, it wasn’t as bleak as the one he foresaw for himself in Seoul, but it wasn’t vibrant either. Maybe just a step above.
And then Gabriel showed up and everything began to change.
Now? He looked forward to what tomorrow would bring. Dal looked forward to wakinge up tomorrow in Gabiel’s house, in Gabriel’s arms. He was eager to meet Gabriel’s mother. He was oh-so-happy to be sitting across the table from a man he’s certain he loved, eating too much breakfast (for him), and dreaming about their life together.
“I’m so happy,” he blurted out, albeit quietly.