"I'm not in love with anyone right now." (I'm in love with you.)
Beomgyu, later on, realized that he was in love with his best friend.
(...)
Part two of (I love you.)
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Chapter 11: (...) I must confess.
Beomgyu had always been holding on to a sinking ship, having his weight drown him in deeper than the vessel. However, despite the obvious situation of swallowing clear, blue, and thick water—the truth of life—Beomgyu continues to grip tightly, desperately, and amidst all this, he stays hopeful. And that's one of the most beautiful things about life: people know how cruel life is, but people stay hopeful anyway. Hopeful... Hopeful that life may decide to take a significant turn in life, a change where he won't struggle to get through the night. A change where he didn't have to watch the stars flicker with gray eyes. A change that might scare him at first, but once he delves in, he'll feel himself realizing that it was everything he ever needed to live.
A change where he'll realize he was capable of loving and being loved back. A change where it'll dawn on him that he wasn't unloving, and that all this while, someone out there was willing to bring the stars to his feet—and he could, would do the same thing. Because this change showed him how much he could do when he was in love.
And being in love made every small thing in the world worth a little more.
The stars looked dull in Beomgyu's eyes, but if Yeonjun wanted them, he'd offer him one.
It was Christmas Eve.
Yeonjun's parents were in the living room when he arrived with his luggage and a warm scarf wrapped around his neck. "You're here," his mother walked up to him, greeting him with a tight hug.
"Cooking for Christmas Eve?" Yeonjun hummed while his father brought his things in. "Yes," his mother nodded as she squeezed his cheeks.
"Go rest up in your bedroom, you have a present waiting for you there," she gave him a kiss on his cheek and smiled tenderly like the fireplace set in the corner of the room.
Although puzzled, Yeonjun chuckled while nodding, "Alright. Call me once dinner's ready, please."
"Of course."
Whatever happens, they say afterwards, it must have been fate.People are always a little confused about this. An author once proclaimed. Fate was complex, you'll never really know what it has stored for everyone. Fate was an assuring answer to things people couldn't explain. Like the meeting of two or more people, the becoming of souls, and the ending of lives. You'd die, and people would say it was your fate. You'd survive and live after dreadfully facing the edge of the earth, and people will call it fate.
