The two stayed on the roof for hours. They talked about life. About the world. About their favorite things. And about how they hate their home-life so much.

They sat closely together, Yeosang head n Seonghwa's shoulder and Seonghwa's hand on Yeosang's thigh.

"Why haven't we talked before?" Yeosang asked.

"I've always wanted to talk to you, you know? I was just chicken", Seonghwa laughed.

"Really?", Yeosang asked, shocked.

"Of course. You're fucking beautiful. Who wouldn't be scared to talk to you?"

"No, I'm not", Yeosang whispered to himself more then to Seonghwa.

Seonghwa sat quietly for awhile, watching Yeosang.

"Yeosang", he breathed, "I think you're beautiful. You're beautiful. You're beautiful and I need you to believe that", Seonghwa said.

Yeosang stayed quiet, not believing what he was hearing.

Seonghwa thought he was beautiful...

"And", Seonghwa closed his eyes and mumbled fomenting under the lines of 'here goes nothing', "I like you, Yeosang. A lot. No, actually, I love you and I know I sound really pathetic right now because we've never talked before. I used to watch you from a distance, and observe how amazing you are. And I know you're not... okay. I know you're always sad and just try to hide it. But Jesus Yeosang, I love you. And I want to make you happy. I've always have."

Yeosang stared at Seonghwa, gobsmacked.

He wanted to cry, he wanted to smile until his face ripped. He was so incredibly happy.

He couldn't speak though, and now Seonghwa probably thought he hated him.

"I-i", Yeosang tired starting.

Seonghwa looked down to the ground and state shifting to stand up. But Yeosang stopped him grabbing his hand and lacing it with his.

"I love you too."

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