“I like you a lot. Pretty much more than I’ve ever liked anything else in my whole life. Even more than I like chicken.”

I cannot help the grin that stretches across my face. It makes my cheeks ache. Jongin looks at me, eyes narrowed.

“You – You don’t have anything to say to me?” He asks, nervously. He sighs, and nods his head, feeling disappointed as I’m back to be mute again. “Okay then. Tell me when you’re ready.”

“Jongin,” He turns to me. “I like you a lot too,” I confess, my heart leaping with pleasure at his words. “Even more than I like banana milk.”