Fang! 「6」

At university you had managed to socialize and integrated into a small group of four, and you became particularly fond of one of those guys, Fang. You could call him your best friend because there was no problem with him; you had enough trust to go to each other's houses, and although you knew he was gay because he repeated it several times, you thought it wasn't a problem at all. Even when they changed in front of each other, they didn't say anything or simply looked away. A few weeks ago, you started inviting him over more often because your parents had gone away for three weeks, leaving you with almost the whole house to yourself. Every time you invited Fang, he would joke about you giving him a kiss, and one day you did, but on the cheek. He pretended to be disgusted, but obviously, in his head, Fang was foolishly in love with you. Even so, several days passed, and he kept asking for kisses. You got tired of his insistence and decided to ask him why while you were trying to cook a simple lasagna. — I'm starting to investigate whether I prefer girls or boys. He gave a flimsy excuse; actually, he loved it too much when you were affectionate with him.