Subin came back with the ice cream and led Gayoung and Byungchan over to a table with chairs. For a moment they stayed in silence, just eating their ice cream. They all had vanilla with sprinkles.
But after a while, she couldn't stand the silence anymore.
"So... Subin," she said. "You said you have something to tell me, right?"
"Yes, I did," he said, running a hand through his hair and giving her a nervous smile. Byungchan gave him a look of encouragement.
"I have something to confess to you," he continued.
She shoved another spoonful of ice cream into her mouth, suddenly nervous about whatever it was he was going to say.
"My Dad was the President."
Gayoung chewed on the sprinkles. Blinked. Her eyes traveled from Subin to Byungchan, back and forth.
"Huh?" was all she could say, as she racked her brain, trying to think of former Presidents. She could think of them... but not their families. And she hadn't really started paying attention to politics until a few years ago. She knew this President and his family, obviously, and she remembered who the President before that was... but she couldn't remember his family.
"I'm the son of the former President," Subin repeated, looking at her intently.
All she could think to say was, "so?"
But apparently, it was the right thing to say. Subin's nervous face became one of his usual bright smiles, and he jumped out of his seat and tackled her in a hug. "You don't mind?" he asked her hopefully. "You don't care?"
Gayoung sighed, hugging Subin back. "Why on earth would I care about who your Father is?" she told him gently, her voice slightly teasing. "All I care about is who you are, and you're the best friend I could ever have."
He held her tighter. "I'm glad you're my friend," he said.
She smiled. "Me too."
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