[ junsu's chest fills with hope. if kwang thinks they can move on from this, then junsu thinks they can too, he wants to. the hope is big but soft and warm in his chest, he wants to let it grow and hold onto it until... he's not sure. this is moving past it already, isn't it? talking about it? acknowledging they can keep going forward together from here?

he reaches for kwang's hand, taking it in his own. ]

I do know. I knew — I knew you wouldn't care I was human, just. That I lied to you. I'm so sorry. I should have told you on our date, but I wanted to... I wanted it to be perfect.

[ he hangs his head, a bit ashamed. he might have lost everything just to have this perfect image of their date. it's silly, looking back on it.

he squeezes kwang's hand, nodding slowly. he doesn't really want to linger on minsu right now because this is about them. but he'll answer his questions. and now it's out there, rather than inside, hidden away from kwang when he's asking for honesty. it feels too big to hide, like one day it might show too clearly and kwang might be hurt by the secret. ]

I got scared. That it would just happen again.