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beomgyu had no idea if you were interested.
sure, the two of you were close friends, and sure, many of your hangouts dance on the line of dates, but you’d never given him verbal confirmation of any romantic interest. (or maybe beomgyu was oblivious to your endless compliments and desire to be around him).
the two of you currently walked through a dimly lit park. he had proposed a sunset picnic, and you had quickly accepted. beomgyu worried that maybe the idea was a little too romantic and even expected you to turn him down.
you never failed to surprise him.
like tonight, when the two of you laid back on the gingham blanket he had brought, and you slipped your hand into his. even now, two hours later, your hand found its way into beomgyu’s again. he thought his heart would stop beating.
he didn’t think he knew you well enough to tell if this was romantic. maybe you just liked the touch and presence of others. maybe you were like this with your other friends.
or maybe they are interested.
but beomgyu continued to second-guess himself.
the two of you sat on a park bench. beomgyu shed his backpack, letting it fall to his feet, while your grip tightened on his hand, your head leaning on his shoulder.
“beomgyu?” you said softly.
“hmm?” beomgyu was distracted. having you this close while not knowing where your relationship stood left him anxious. his attention shifted to your intertwined hands; he had, unbeknownst to him, begun rubbing his thumb along your skin.
“do you like this?”
“like what?”
“us,” you mumbled after a moment's hesitation. “i mean, i like you, and i hoped that you liked me and-”
“you like me?” beomgyu cut you off, blinking slowly.
“i thought i was being obvious,” you laughed, disappointment flickering across your features. “forget i said anything.”
beomgyu frowned as you pulled your hand away from his. “i like you too,” he began quickly. “i just wasn’t sure if you were interested, and i didn’t want to rush you into things or make you uncomfortable or-”
“you like me too?” you whispered.
beomgyu nodded, his cheeks warm and lightly dusted pink from his sudden confession. your eyes met, and he noticed your embarrassment as well.
he cleared his throat, trying to figure out what to say next. “i-” he stuttered. “does this mean i can kiss you?”
you giggled, nodding. “whenever you want.”