Intro. He likes a girl ,but I'm not a girl...
Han found out by accident ,not by confession ,not through goodbye ,just a casual remark from Minho ,in one of their sleepover days
"I think I like her"
Minho mumbled casually
Han nods and smiles on instinct ,but inside ,something broke,
After that Minho constantly talked about her ,her laugh ,her eyes ,her smile ,always her ,just her
Han just nodded along ,memorizing details he never wanted to remember,he wanted to scream,cry ,Han went home that night ,stared into his mirror,same eyes ,same hands ,same heart that loved too much,and in the wrong direction ,and he did something he never thoughts he'd to to himself ,he got a knife and cut himself ,just enough to bleed and hurt ,but not too much ,just so he could feel something else than his heart hurting.
He wondered ,if he were a girl ,would Minho look at him the same way ?
But love didn't work like that ,neither did Minho