The silence in the dining hall wasn't heavy, but it made me uncomfortable.
Why wasn't anyone saying anything?
I had just poured out my heart, told them what they meant to me. I get that they are shocked but I expected more than this.
Then, I noticed Min-Cheol's hand tremble slightly. I could see the reflection of the chandelier in his wide, blue eyes glistening with tears he didn't want to fall.
He looked like I'd just handed him the sun.
"Hyung..." he whispered, his voice cracking.
But he didn't finish the sentence and just leaned forward, dropping his forehead on my shoulder, his back arched.
His fingers gripped the fabric of my shirt as if he were afraid I'd vanish if he let go.
"You..." He tried to speak but still couldn't make a sound statement. He shut his mouth, his hands trembling against my body.
