Kevin and Han

Looking up, he saw that Han, who was always so strong, was actually crying! Was he crying for him?
Without thinking, his body moved on its own, reaching out to wipe away Han’s tears. With a hoarse voice, he said, “Don’t cry, I’m fine.”
But Han only held him tighter in response. He reached out to embrace Han in return, gently patting his back, offering silent comfort.
The two of them clung to each other like that, and Kevin felt truly happy in this moment. He wished time could stop forever right here, so they would never have to face separation.
He knew it was selfish, but when it comes to love, who can truly be selfless?
He shivered, feeling a chill creep over his body.
Han snapped back to himself, looking down at Kevin in his arms. Realizing Kevin was cold, he immediately carried him back to the bed and tucked the covers around him.
Han turned, intending to fetch some clothes from the wardrobe, but before he could take a step, a hand clutched his shirt. Han turned in surprise to find Kevin gazing up at him with tear-filled eyes, looking utterly pitiful.
“Don’t go,” Kevin pleaded. Just three simple words, yet they took all the courage Kevin had left.
He was truly terrified that once Han left, he would never return. The room, once so warm and inviting, now felt bitterly cold. It was as if, in the middle of June, snow might fall at any moment.
Han gently pried Kevin’s hand from his shirt and turned away.
Kevin watched him, feeling as if his entire world was collapsing. A breeze drifted into the room, making the wind chimes tinkle softly—like the sound of Kevin’s breaking heart.
His face turned pale, the delicate features now drained of all their usual luster. He bowed his head, fighting back tears, silently reminding himself to keep his composure. Only then, perhaps, could they remain friends.
But to call it friendship was more like acknowledging a barrier impossible to cross. He would always have to hide in the shadows, watching from afar, never daring to confess his love.
He could only blame himself for not being a girl. Yet even if he were, Han might never have cared for him anyway.
When they first met, Han always seemed indifferent, barely acknowledging his existence. If he hadn’t shamelessly persisted in following Han, they never would have gotten this far.
But now, everything was ruined. Nothing was left but his own wounded heart to lick in solitude.
It’s so hard to protect a feeling, yet so easy to destroy it.
He remembered how, in the past, he would bring everything his parents gave him to school, eager to share his happiness with Han. But Han always wore that cool, detached expression, his gaze fixed solely on those densely written documents.
One time, out of frustration, he snatched the papers away, earning only a cold glare in return. In the end, he had to hand them back and run away in tears.
He still remembered hiding under the slide, drawing circles and cursing Han in a low voice. But not long after, Han actually came looking for him, telling him to come back to class. Naturally, he couldn’t resist and followed Han back obediently.
After that, things returned to their usual pattern. He was always the chatterbox, while Han buried himself in documents, ignoring him completely.
But one day, Han suddenly changed in a way he could not explain.