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Right inside their university's spacious gymnasium, set the foundation day celebration event led by the student government. The noise coming from the cheers of the students for their friends, teammates, and even love interests, as well as the sound systems, echoed inside, making it sound evidently busy. Despite how vastly spaced the four-cornered gymnasium was, the noise kept bouncing around.
School events like this one have always been busy, particularly to the organizing committee, which in this case would be the student government. Both Woongki and Kyungho's friends were in the said committee, pouring their all to make the event a success. While the two of them and the rest of their friend groups make sure that their efforts wouldn't be put to waste by participating.
Woongki, with a few of his friends and blockmates, had just finished a game, which they lost. The game they had was quite fun—at least for some of the audiences and the players themselves, too. However, there was one of a few who didn't exactly enjoy the sight of the game—Kyungho. Anyone would understand the displeasure he felt considering the game involved a lot of touching and the players were all blindfolded. Call him petty, but he is only worried about Woongki's comfort, considering excessive touching could make people uncomfortable.
The displeasure on Kyungho's face wasn't left unnoticed by Woongki, despite the visible distance they have from each other. And if what he had accidentally read from Hanseo's phone was true, he might have to be the reason for such, so he decides to send the older a message.
Upon the agreement they had over a few messages, he saw the older person departing from his friends. It was his cue to tell his friends he had something to do and would just be back as soon as they already decided to leave for their group dinner later.
The steps he was taking were evidently heavy. Despite knowing the undeniable probability of the older feeling the same way, the anxiety still kicks in. For who knows, Kyungho might actually only think of him as a friend, like he had said in the past. Despite the possibility of being loved back romantically, there was also the possibility of being loved only as a friend.
No matter how slowly he walked his way towards the garden, he still reached there with the sight of Kyungho on the bench where they usually hang out. It was their favorite spot in the university, a bench filled with numerous memories together.
The moment their eyes met, Woongki couldn't help but tear up. They saw each other yesterday because of Yeojun, but their minds were both filled with worries about Yeojun and not about themselves. Which is why Woongki feels a little more emotional as they will be discussing it today.
Kyungho hadn't wasted any more time and pulled Woongki for a tight hug, making the younger's tears burst. "I'm sorry.. I'm sorry for hurting you, Woongki." Kyungho starts, his voice a little cracked as he was also starting to feel emotional. It breaks his heart how Woongki cried, and it is all his fault.
"I didn't mean to say we're just friends.. you are always more than that to me." He breathes sharply before he continues, "Woongki, I love you. I always have." It was as if on cue for Woongki to cry even more, tightening their hug. His tears were bursting out of his eyes, but unlike the last time they had talked about this topic, it isn't because of sadness and pain anymore... It is now because of love and joy.
"I love you, too, Kyungho," he mumbles during their hug, making the older smile and then plant a soft kiss on his temple.