I always knew I was gay, since as far back as I can remember, I knew. It's one thing to know that you like men, and another thing entirely to admit or accept that fact. It's truly amazing how the conscious mind can block out things it doesn't want to deal with, but I guess that was my problem all along, I just couldn't deal...

        It was citrus, I'm sure of it. The way it burne--

    Ahem, sorry, sometimes I lose track of my place where were we? Oh right. I wasn't blind, I saw my classmates, I hovered around the underwear sections, I dreamed. For 's sake, I ed to men and told myself it didn't mean anything. Things were completely different when I met Chan Yeol though.. He was everything I secretly desired and despised. He was the only guy out of the closet in our school, and I hated him for it. He was rich, he was drop-dead gorgeous, he was popular, and he was happy. I think that was what stung worst of all. No matter what I said or did to him, he was always happy.

        He raised his eyes to mine, the corner of his mouth twitching up into a sad smil--

    This is our story, it isn't perfect and it certainly isn't happy, but it's ours. My name is Jongin Kim and I am secretly gay and in love with Chan Yeol Park.