“Minho hyung.”
 

“Hmm?”
 

“I love you.”
 

“I love you too, dongsaeng.”
 

“No, I mean… I love you.”
 

Minho shifted his sitting position.
 

“As in?”
 

“I love you romantically, hyung.” Taemin bit his lower lip. “I know it’s wrong but I can’t stop it.”
 

“Taemin-ah, I… I don’t know.” Minho sighed. “You are still young so you can’t be sure and–“
 

“Hyung, I’m sixteen.” Taemin let out a frustrated sigh. “I’m old enough to know that this is not just a stupid crush. I have had feelings for you for a whole year right now and I don’t think I can handle this anymore–“
 

“Taemin, it’s not right, okay.” Minho cut him again.
 

Taemin did not spit back a reply. Instead, he stared into Minho’s eyes – his gaze making Minho feel even more awkward.
 

Minho watched, as the younger’s expression turned from angry to hurt. It wasn’t long before Taemin slowly got up and walked away.
 

“If you don’t feel the same way, it’s okay hyung.” Taemin murmured, “But please don’t doubt over my love like that.”
 

And then Taemin closed the door and left – the thud resounding in Minho’s empty heart.

That night was seven days ago, and right now Minho was anxious. Taemin and him were like twins – inseparable, always together. It was the firs