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Yeonjun and Beomgyu had always been friends, but there was something about their gaze, the way their hands would accidentally brush against each other, that made them different from everyone else.

One afternoon after school, they walked together through the park like they usually did. The sun was setting, dyeing the sky shades of pink and orange. Beomgyu stopped in regret and tugged on Yeonjun’s sleeve Have you ever felt like you want to say something, but you’re afraid of changing everything? he asked, not looking directly at him.