Truth is (that I love you)

Hiding his face in both hands, the pink-haired groaned. “Fuck, I’m not good with words, Changkyun-ah.”“Yeah, neither am I, but look where that brought us.”Peeking through his fingers, Hyungwon watched as the younger’s features softened, freshly shed tears adorning his sharp cheekbones. How could someone look so beautiful while crying was a mystery, but there Changkyun was, looking like an angel. The taller took a deep breath and dropped his hands to his sides. “That’s my defense mechanism. Pushing away the people I love.”“Does that mean you love me?” The younger aimed for a cocky tease but landed on a hopeful question. “You already know that.”“No, Hyungwon,” Changkyun said, frowning and sounding exasperated. “I need you to say it. You need to tell me.”Another sigh. “Yes.”