He knows.

He knew your feelings when you confessed 3 years ago in London.

He knew you purposely ran away under the pretense of work.

He knew why he actually stuck to you all those years.

He knew how he really felt about you.

Now he’s standing in front of you after three years.

After asking you out to dinner “as a friend’s reunion”.

After holding his impatience in with your families around at the restaurant.

After sending you home.

After blocking you before you entered into your apartment.

You were confused. Why is he blocking you? Moreover, you were nervous. Facing him after 3 years of hiding was stressing you out.

“Can I get a hug?” he asked with a smile and his arms wide. “I’ve missed you for 3 years, best friend.”

Best friend. That’s right. You’re his best friend. Accepting the challenge to overcome those feelings you were embarrassed to have confessed about, you walked into his arms.

His arms immediately wrapped around you, tightening to a degree that you told yourself to not misunderstand again. “I’ve missed you,” he murmured. “So much.”

You simply smiled, not that he could see it, and said in a cheerful voice, “Me too.”

“Don’t leave me again.”