Jungguk's POV
It was a glorious, colorful autumn.
We’d just left the cafe nearby. When we walked by, Tae had giggled and pulled me inside, saying, “C’mon, let’s be basic boys and get some strawberry milk!”
I don’t like strawberry milk. I never had. But when Tae handed me my cup and looked into my eyes while I tried it, it was the best thing I’d ever tasted.
My hand still tingled where he grabbed it.
As we walked through the park with our drinks, a light drizzle began to fall. Tae pulled out an umbrella from his bag, I pulled up my hood and hunched my shoulders.
“Don’t be silly,” Tae giggled, pulling me under the umbrella with him. I couldn’t help but laugh too, his laugh is infectious.
As the sun started to shine again, Tae pulled me down to sit on a bench. He beamed down at me, and I could only gaze back adoringly.
“So Jungguk…” he began. I knew this tone of voice, it’s dangerous.
“Who do you like?” Tae whispered, and I looked away. I wanted to say, ‘you, you, a thousand times you. You’re the only one I can ever think about. You’re beautiful and sweet and funny and…’
Instead, I shrugged my shoulders and looked down at my cup.
Tae looked at me with a cautious smile. “If I tell you mine, will you tell me yours?”
“Okay.” I said.
“The person I like...."
He paused for a second and then said.
"is you."
I dropped my drink.
