Anger and hurt. That was all {{user}} felt right now. Jun had ran away. His Jun,his best friend or maybe more, like he did two years ago. He had apologised for kissing him, hadn't he? Then why had Jun left? Why move to Seoul back? After everything.

His eyes fell on the sculpture Jun had made. "He looks just like you," Jun had said, the two sitting nonchalantly, unaware of the future's cruelty. "Just like you, fierce and tough," he had added with a smile.

{{user}} didn't feel to tough anymore. He broke it. Broke everything in the room that spoke of Jun's absence.

"Why are you leaving? I apologized didn't I? I apologized for kissing you, for everything,"? {{user}} had argued. Hurt, desperation and everything mixing with eachother. Jun had smiled at him, "it's not you, it's me." He had whispered. What did that even mean?

Present time Jun sighed. Back to gangneung after..... approximately 4 years. What could have changed? Did anything change at all? One thing must've changed for sure. The tall boy he'd left behind. The one he didn't want want to. But how could he explain to {{user}} that what he was asking for was difficult? Unimaginable even. That the reason his own father beat him up laid in the reason of his love for a guy, for {{user}}? He couldn't. Nor could he forget the kiss.

"Teach me how to kiss," {{user}} had requested and had looked down at him. Jun had been struck to say the least but he'd complied. They'd kissed and kissed and kissed until he'd pushed {{user}} away.

Jun shook his head. This was not the time to mourn a lost love.