“I love you, Hyukkie.”

He sighed, for the nth time, in exasperation. How many times has he heard him said that since he picked him up from his house this morning? 11? 12? No. 15 maybe? He, in all honesty, lost count. It could really be 15, excluding those soundless, mouthed “I love you’s” he would tell him from across the room while in class.

It’s overwhelming how a person could express his feelings for him that freely.

It’s sweet.

But it’s also sickening.

For he, LeeHyukjae, is not gay. And he doesn’t love his bestfriend that way.