hi.lets call myself Jung im 17, Nursing student, and im bisexual. im half out of my closet. well, only my closest friends and classmates knew my sexual likes. my parents doesnt, i guess. but thats not the problem. I like koreans. kkkk One-Sided Hopeless Romantic is the current status of my not-so-interesting life. i thought i just like him. but damn yeah, im already had fallen for him. HIM, a straight Korean nursing student. he's 20 and only 2 inch taller than me. He's white, SO KIND, smart, rich, and he smells good and a so-so masculine guy. His last name is Kang im just new here and how i wish i should have known this site the moment i met him. It wasn't really a lucky nor a good thigh that i met him. i'd been experiencing slight depression. HE'S STRAIGHT damn it. I AM BISEXUAL. AND I THINK HE KNOWS IT. BUT I AM NOT SURE. ughhhh I LIKE HIM. HE DOESNT KNOW IT. i think. we are both studying Nursing but on different universities. im one year advance than him. but he's older. we met feb 12, 2015 on a Paint Party held by their university where all Nursing students are much likely invited to attend. A close classmate friend of mine who has a roomate from the university my crush goes to invited us. we went there, five of us. inside the venue, the roommate of my friend approached me and dragged to a group of students whom i dont recognize. while dragging me, she told me she'll introduce me to a korean guy from their school. it hits my nerves. i ran. it didnt stop her. she dragged the korean guy to me instead. and then he was there standing infront of me, clueless. He's tall. but the place was kind of dark so i cant see his face clearly but im sure he is cute, no, HANDSOME. she introduce us to ourselves. we were both quiet, both staring confused. my heart was thumping real fast. we shook hands but they wanted us to hug. and we hugged. holyyyyyy molyyyyyy i died mentally and i ran again. i dont know. im just too coward. too shy. too gay. The paint party started. everyone was throwing and putting paints to everyone. and then i saw him. he saw me. we walked towards each other. i started putting paint on his face with my bare hands and he did the same on my neck. and he was gone. i died again i kept looking around and there he was. with some friends. after few minutes, he was walking towards me and so i did and our hands were help up putting paint on each others hands. and he was gone again. damn it. there were no more paint. everyone were dancing. i decided to go beside him and i stayed there. then i asked his name. and we had this conversation going via shouting to our ears since the music was so loud.i reached the point that i lend him my phone and asked his phone number and then he gave it. holyyyyy crapppppp and after few minutes i saw him heading out with a friend. he was about to go home i ran to hime. and asked him to take picture with me. i was so braaaaavvvveeeee we were about to have the second shot when his friend dragged him out telling me they must go already and i was left there like what the hell? the party ended after few hours since he left. i didnt enjoyed much since then. i kept thinking of him. darn it. my friends and i together the other students from his school walked home. i told them what happened. everything. and they told me that they suspect the guy being gay since the had observed hat the guy doest have much friends in their school. he doestt flir with girls, they haven saw him and he always reads book. it sunk to my brain. what if he's gay? or bisexual? omggggggg i kept running in my head until i got home until morning came. i didnt had my sleep because of it. i kept of thinking. but in general, i told myself that i just liked that guy. i wont be seeing him since we are in different schools. it'll fade. i'll just be forgeting about him eventually. please comment, i need it. feed back. please, ill post for the following stories. love lots
