"You're my only best friend." (I'm in love with you.)
Yeonjun has been in love with Beomgyu his whole life.
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Chapter 1: (My best friend.)
Probably one of the emotions that Yeonjun's the most curious about is the feeling of sacrifice, the feeling of giving every centimeter of your soul to someone, the feeling of falling in love—no, of coming home. At least, that was what his mother told him. His mother read him a whole shelf of books that contained stories Yeonjun wanted to walk on in real life. Stories about jumping on the moon, traveling around the universe with a spaceship and a rose—stories about climbing a tower and suddenly stumbling upon a frying pan and finding love. This feeling, this abstract form of home and peace, Yeonjun wanted to build a castle of his own whether it be out of sand or wood. Much like the kid he was. Children were curious about everything. Their youthful and golden fervor made them view life with such excitement. And Yeonjun looked at the world as if it was drawn with pencils and crayons—all sorts of doodles and splashes of pastels filled his kid-like vision.
To Yeonjun, love was akin to the books he read.
To Yeonjun, love was akin to the boy he met in his backyard.
"What are you doing?" Yeonjun asked. He clutched the pocketbook in his tiny hand while looking up at the boy who was atop the fences of his yard. Quite literally so. The sound of his dog's barking echoed throughout their neighborhood.
"Uh," the boy stared down at Yeonjun with fearful eyes, hands trembling as he held onto the fence for dear life. If he slipped, he might just replace the piece of bone in this dog's plate. "Can you please... make your dog go away? It's trying to eat me," Yeonjun heard him say in the softest tone while trying to lift his leg over the fence. The dog continued to bark while leaning its paws against the wooden barrier.
Yeonjun raised a brow, "Why should I do that? Olaf barks at intruders, and you're one."
"Olaf?" the boy smiled, almost teasing, "Isn't he a snowman? Your dog's not a snowman."
"See," Yeonjun pouted while pointing his book at the boy, "this is why Olaf is barking at you."
The boy's eyes somehow lit up. He finally had his leg over the fence, so now he was sitting comfortably on top of the fence. Yeonjun grimaced at this kid's perseverance. "Is that a storybook?"
"What?" Yeonjun placed a hand on his hip. The boy rolled his eyes playfully, "I said, is that a storybook you're holding?"
