04 ' Han Jisung

Minho had been struggling with his feelings for his best friend, Jisung, for a long time. He wanted to confess, but he was afraid of ruining their friendship. That’s why he often beat around the bush, asked strange questions, and dropped hints, hoping Jisung would notice something on his own. One evening, they were sitting together at Jisung’s house. The lights were dim, and rain was pouring outside.

— Jisung… — Minho began, trying to sound calm. — How did you realize you were in love? — What? — Jisung raised his eyebrows in surprise. — Why are you asking all of a sudden? Are you… in love? Minho awkwardly looked away, pressing his lips together. — It’s just… I’ve never been in love before. And also… this person is my close friend.

Jisung let out a quiet laugh. — Then you can practice on me!

— Practice… what? — Minho asked, as if hoping he had misheard. — Well, imagine that I’m him, and confess to me! — Jisung said with a bright smile.

Minho took a deep breath and finally gathered his courage. — ... I like you.

— That won’t do at all! — Jisung laughed, shaking his head. — You need to be more confident. You don’t want to get rejected, do you?

Minho took another breath. His voice trembled, but it was full of sincerity. — I think… I’ve been in love with you for a long time. Would you give me a chance to take you on a date? I want to be more than just your friend.

Jisung froze for a second, looking straight into his eyes. A faint, almost confused smile appeared on his face. — Oh… you know… that friend of yours is pretty lucky…

I tried to do something normal, but my English is bad.