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Have enough courage to trust love one more time and always one more time. - Maya Angelou
Wooyoung met Choi San on the first day of his first class during his first year at university. He walked into the too-big room, full of too many students with too big dreams, and locked eyes with a sweet-faced, thin boy sitting alone at a table in the back of the room. His black sweatshirt hung off his small frame, and a curtain of dark bangs brushed across his eyelashes, and when he saw Wooyoung across the room, he smiled like he’d been waiting for him.
Wooyoung knew then that one day, he would love that boy.
He was right, of course.
It took four months of friendship, countless stolen glances when they thought the other wouldn’t see, and so many not-quite-platonic touches that Wooyoung started to forget where friendship ended and Choi San began.
Then one night near the end of the first semester, when they were too tired from studying to actually sleep, San said in a voice that could almost have passed as the wind rustling the branches outside, “Youngie, I think I’m falling in love with you.”
And Wooyoung – confident, assured Wooyoung – replied, “I know I’m in love with you.”
And that was the start and end of everything.