there is some truth in every joke

      Beomgyu no longer finds anything in this life that he can be sure of. He is not sure about the future, thinking that his advantageous and pleasant position may disappear in an instant. He is not even sure that he will wake up tomorrow morning. Maybe it's paranoia, but Choi knows what it is. It's such a terrible, but a wonderful feeling, allowing you to gain wings, and then tearing them off. One word. Four letters. Two people. And a huge range of emotions. Love. And Beomgyu fell in love not with some guy, but with someone he has known since high school, with whom they sat at the same desk and shared a school lunch, which was always taken away from poor him, and whom he took home, introducing to his parents as a "friend". Now they are studying at the same university and Beomgyu wants to fall through all the layers of the Earth, over and over again, but only so that he does not understand anything. Beomgyu jokes in his presence, his jokes spread even to him. Two words. Name and surname. Four and seven letters. Surprisingly, there are as many letters in his surname as there are in the word "love". Choi Yeonjun. Beomgyu falls onto the bed, which creaks unpleasantly. He even shares a dorm room with him now. He's with him twenty-four hours a day, how can he not fall in love?       — Hey, Gyu, are you all right there? - Yeonjun asks worriedly from the kitchen.       — Yes... yes, Jun, it's okay, - Beomgyu says in a barely audible voice, although he himself understands that everything is not okay. Yeonjun understands this too. So he leaves the kitchen and sits on the bed next to him.       — What happened? You've been kind of faded lately, don't you think? Gyu forces a smile.       — Don't worry. Go to the kitchen, or you'll burn our curry.       - I'm not leaving until you tell me what happened. Beomgyu mentally falls through the bed, the floor, and then through all the floors of the dormitory. An idea pops into his head — to make a joke of it. It must have been a bad idea.       — Yeongjun, do you want a joke? - Beomgyu asks, smiling.       - I'm not up to it, but I'll listen to you, - says Yeonjun and frowns.       — I wanted to be like Freddie Mercury in terms of singing, but at one point something went wrong, — Bomgu snaps his fingers and squeezes out a laugh.       — What do you mean? — Yeongjun doesn't understand. Maybe, Beomgyu should have shut up, but his mouth decided to explain.       — Who was Freddie Mercury by orientation? — explains Beom.       — Well, gay, most likely.       — Now understand that there is some truth in every joke. Yeonjun looks at the wall, understands the essence of the "joke" and exhales.       — Holy shit... Beomgyu, and who did you fall in love with? Beomgyu smiles, grabs Yeonjun by the collar and, pulling him to him, kisses.       — With you... — he whispers.