First time writing POV's. Would love to hear from comments! Thank you all. Enjoy!

-Platinumbrain

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Sungyeol’s POV

I was shocked from what I just heard. Or is this just a dream? Did the top idol Kim Myungsoo just confess to me? It’s a joke right? There’s no way in hell this dude was into guys. I mean look at him. He has perfect captivating eyes, a sharp jaw line, great skin, and he was basically the man girls die for. I’m just pain, Lee Sungyeol. For the love of god, he doesn’t even know me well. There’s no way this is going to work out. He’s probably just too drunk. I don’t deserve him. He fits with the pretty, cute, secretly y female idols. We’re from two completely different worlds.

Myungsoo’s POV

He stared straight into my eyes. What’s taking him so long to respond? Is he still alive? Oh, he just blinked, he’s alive alright. Does he not believe me? Or why else would he be looking so sad? Or is he still mad from what I’ve just done? . My head hurts. I think I need to puke.

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Myungsoo releases Sungyeol from his hug and drops the older boy back onto the sofa. He runs out of the staff room and heads to the washroom to puke.

Sungyeol lets out a heavy sigh and looks up at the ceiling. “I knew it. He’s probably drunk. He has no clue what he just said.”

The older boy doesn’t feel well and changes back into his normal clothes, he reports to his manager that he isn’t feeling very well and heads home. L.joe’s dorm to be exact.

Myungsoo finally comes out of the washroom and notices that Sungyeol has already left. He quickly runs out of the bar and catches up to him.

“Youngsoo –ah.” He called out.

Sungyeol didn’t need to look back, he recognized the familiar voice. “What?” He replied, still walking.

“Why are you leaving so early? I thought you work till five.”

“I’m not feeling well. I want to sleep. Just go home.”

“Are you sick because of what I did to you?” Myungsoo guessed.

“I don’t know. I just don’t feel well okay?” Sungyeol didn’t want to talk anymore.

“I like you, Lee Youngsoo. I really do. I promise you my feelings are real.” Myungsoo confessed once again.

“Stop.” Sungyeol demanded. “Even if your feelings are true, nothing is going to happen between us. You’re an idol, I’m a normal worker. Just to make things worse, I’m a guy. We’re the same , no one will look at you the same. Think about your career, your dreams, and your future.”

Myungsoo stopped walking. He thought about the things that Sungyeol just listed. The older boy was right. The public will never love him like the way they do now. Some fans may even find it hard to accept.

“Then can’t we just be together secretly?”

“We’re not ten and you’re not just a common boy. There are people out there watching your every move.” Sungyeol explained some more. “I don’t have any feelings for you, so just throw away the ones you have for me. It won’t be too hard; you haven’t known me for that long.”

Sungyeol turned around, but he was stopped from walking further away. Myungsoo wrapped his arms around his waist tightly, almost bone crushing. The hug felt warm. If he was selfish, he would never allow the boy to let go, but that was impossible.

“What are you doing, let go of me. We’re on the streets.” Sungyeol warned.

“I don’t care. No one will see my face, it’s too dark right now, there are only guys around and they’