. - ~ Regrets ~ - .   Kyuhyun pushed open the door that he hadn’t dared to touch for the past week. He knew he had to open it someday, and even though a week might have been too soon to do so, his mind told him it was better to get it over with fast. Besides, Heechul wouldn’t stop bugging him until he did.   Walking into the room of his housemate, the first thing he noticed was how messy it was. A small smile made its way to Kyuhyun’s face as he tried to navigate his way through the mess to open the blinds that had been left closed for an entire week.   The mess was what made the boy different from his two housemates, Kyuhyun and Heechul. Where Kyuhyun was just neat out of his own, Heechul was messy but couldn’t stand any sort of mess and always cleaned up afterwards. Oh, the number of fights Heechul had with the third person in this house wasn’t even countable on a hundred hands.   Kyuhyun stood still in the middle of the small room. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. Suddenly, something made Kyuhyun regret coming into this room.   It was the smell.   His housemate’s scent still lingered in this room.   As tears made their way to Kyuhyun’s eyes, he turned around and was about to run out when something caught his eye. A white envelope on the middle of his housemate’s desk.   Ignoring his own instinct of running out, he walked to the desk and grabbed the envelope.   ‘Jongwoon’ was the only thing written on it. Reading his housemate’s name made Kyuhyun tear up again, and it didn’t take long for a tear to fall onto the envelope, smudging the written name partly.   Kyuhyun recognized his own handwriting easily. And he still knew what was inside that envelope, even though he had written it many months ago. With shaking hands he opened the envelope, only to acknowledge what he already knew. It was his confession. The confession he never gave because he chickened out when he was about to hand over the letter to Jongwoon. He had thrown it away instead.     Dear Jongwoon,   I don’t even know why I am writing this letter. It’s stupid and childish right? But I don’t know how else to do it. I’m not sociable like you are, I’m not someone who expresses his feelings easily like you do.   The truth is, I like you. Or scrap that, I LOVE you.   The way you talk, the way you laugh at bad jokes, the way you make every room seem as if a hurricane has just passed by.   I know that me writing this letter and giving it to you will change our relationship for better or for worse. But that’s a chance I am willing to take. I can’t keep this a secret any longer.   Whatever your response is, I promise I will accept it.   With love,   Kyuhyun     Kyuhyun stared at the letter for a few seconds before crumpling the letter in his fist. Stupid letter. Why hadn’t he given it to Jongwoon when he wanted to? Why had he chickened out?   But suddenly reality struck him. Jongwoon did read the letter as it was already opened. He had known all this time what Kyuhyun felt for him, yet he never made any indication that he did... Or did he?     “I love you, Kyuhyun.” Jongwoon mumbled while he was half-asleep on the couch, leaning against Kyuhyun.   Kyuhyu