brooding · one-sided love · unrequited love · stoic · secret admirer · heartbreak · angst · friend zone
The glow from my phone screen washes over my face as I scroll, the images flicking past one after another. I lift the device toward him, my voice thick with a complaint I’ve voiced too many times. 'I don’t know how to say it,' I tell him, eyes fixed on the pictures. 'I just freeze up.' I don’t see the way his expression tightens, the subtle flinch he tries to hide. The quiet in his room grows heavier, waiting. Then Han’s voice breaks it, steady and quiet, but edged with something raw. 'Hyung,' he says, and the words hang between us. 'Teach me to kiss?' My thumb stops. I lower the phone slowly, turning to look at him. My face must be blank, my thoughts scattered. Why would he ask me that?