Confession.

When Jiseok first came to the music club, his attention was immediately captured by a tall guy with broad shoulders and the softest facial features he had ever seen in his life. It was definitely love at first sight. He wanted to show my best side, attract attention and be remembered.       — Hey, hi! What instrument do you play? — for some reason this question burst out automatically from Kwak and he was ready to mentally punch himself in the forehead, because the handsome stranger stood behind the synthesizer and even played major scales on it.       — Um… I play the synthesizer. — The unfamiliar guy answered, raising his eyebrows in surprise.       — Exactly! How come I didn’t realize this right away, sorry! — Jiseok awkwardly shifts from foot to foot and immediately hesitates, which brings a smile to the guy’s face. — What is your name?       — Kim Jungsu. And you? — the new acquaintance breaks away from his instrument completely, fully concentrating his attention on his interlocutor.       — Kwak Jiseok. But my friends sometimes call me Gaon. — Kwak says cheerfully and nods to the corner where the guitars stood. — The black Stratocaster is my beauty. And next to me is my friend Junhan’s Hota. Since then they began to communicate. Until both felt a strange attraction to each other, but neither of them dared to take the first step. Jiseok was worried that someone like him might not be suitable for such a handsome man, especially since Kim might turn out to be straight. And he didn’t want to spoil the strong friendship that they had started with him. The company of the elder was sometimes even more pleasant than the company of the quiet and calm Hyeongjun, Gaon’s best friend.       — What bothers you so much? — Han once asked, tired of his friend’s confusion.       — I think I’ve fallen in love. — Jiseok exhales simply and honestly, feeling somehow too calm and at the same time his heart was squeezing something anxiously.       — So is this bad? — the friend asked with incomprehension, putting the glass of coffee aside and picking up his guitar. The two of them would often just sit somewhere in the park and just play their guitars. A little practice in the fresh air.       — I don’t know? — for the first time, Kwak didn’t reach out to pick up his guitar and it was now starting to really bother Junhan.       — Have you even confessed to her? — Hyeongjun already asks a completely reasonable question, stopping and not playing, but holding the guitar on his lap in his hands.       — He… — sighs the Gaon, wondering how his friend will react to this confession.       — Happenes. I’m also into guys. — Han calmly concludes in the end, and Jiseok suddenly winces. Did he really not know his friend at all? — Honestly, I thought you were braver than me, but it turns out it’s the other way around. Kwak looks at Junhan in surprise, clearly expecting an explanation for such words and receives a pleased laugh, which was rarely heard from the younger.       — Have you already confessed to your crush?! — the senior guitarist sits down closer, embarrassed by the position, and Hyeongjun carefully, and yet rather rudely pushes his friend away from him.       — Yes. He turned out to be even cuter than I expected. — Han clearly didn’t want to talk about who the object of his affection was. — So I advise you to confess already. We’ll finish school soon. It is better to know whether you will be rejected or not, and not tormented by thoughts about whether he loves you. Kwak thinks about the words of his best friend and in his head even draws up a plan for confession that will last until the last moment. And he really held out until the last moment, on graduation day. The last day they can see each other one more time. Gaon writes a note for Jungsu with an invitation to the roof, where, looking at the city from the roof, he is more confidently going to confess his love.       — Did you want to see each other? — Kim says when she goes up to the roof and sees the younger one at the edge.       — Yes… — Jiseok looks at the beautiful view for a while longer, plucking up courage and turns to face Jungsu. — Hen, I love you. I love you not as a friend, but as a boyfriend. I understand that this may not be mutual, but let me at least remain friends?       — Stupid. I like you too. — Kim, in almost two steps, is near Kwak, takes his face in her hands and gently kisses him on the lips. The trembling inside them tears them apart with joy and now their thoughts are full of the desire to never be separated again, even to enter the same university together.