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Perhaps Choi Han had made a blunder somewhere along the way. Perhaps he had said words that could have been misinterpreted. Perhaps he should have established clear boundaries from the outset and clarified the nature of their relationship right away. At that age, it was easy to misunderstand certain things. It was the age when one was building their self-identity, after all.
No, he was undoubtedly the one to blame.
He couldn't comprehend why he would find himself in such a ridiculous situation, otherwise : with the best friend of his nephew straddled on his lap, taking off his turtleneck sweater and exposing himself with no sense of shame.
"I like you Ahjussi." The boy with red pearly eyes, now a splendid young man who had just entered adulthood, whispered sweetly those words to him.