The Truth Untold
Chapter 6's

Class dr. Jeon had just finished fifteen minutes ago. Some of the students had gone out, talking about their lunch menu. However, some are still loyal in the classroom.

First-semester students often use large public lecture rooms. The table arrangement in the class was multilevel. There is a ladder gap as a separator of one row with another row. The number of seats will increase at each level. When viewed from the lecturer chair, the space is similar to the curve facing down. 

The top corner is the most strategic place that is a favorite, especially when tired, but do not want to miss the attendance. Even so, Hoseok never took the place. He prefers to sit in the middle or the front corner.

After putting his notes in the bag, Hoseok stretched out the body. He moved his head until a sound made Namjoon call.

"Don't do such a thing too often. You want to damage your joints prematurely?" Namjoon.

"I'm fine" Hoseok replied.

Namjoon just pauses, letting Hoseok focus on his phone. The man looked at the short messaging app for quite a while. His thumb moved, typing the sentence that flashed across his head. However, it never finished because he kept pressing the cross button.

The conversation with Jimin really bothered Hoseok. Last night he thought of ending his stupidity. He tried to be sure, but hesitated so impertinently toying with his heart.

"Every night .. I called Saerin," Namjoon said. Sounds soft.

Hoseok put his phone on the table, glancing at Namjoon who was smiling all the time.

"You called her?" ask Hoseok.

Namjoon. "He's very pleasant. I even forgot how long we talked."

Namjoon continued to fill the conversation with praise for Saerin. Every word that broke suddenly sounded like the hum of a summer beetle in Hoseok's ear. The eyes of the friend radiate a distinct twinkle of admiration. Hoseok picked up the signal. The man looked flat at the screen of his phone, pressing the "delete" button before putting the object into his pants pocket.

"What do you think ... Saerin's gonna like me?" Namjoon's ultimate question stops the question vortex in Hoseok's head. He looked at his friend, reviewing a smile.

"That's possible. Although, she is a very picky girl," Hoseok replied with a small laugh.

There was a slow crack from Namjoon's mouth, but it didn't bend his lips. "I'll make him choose me."

Hoseok snorted softly. He again broke down the small forced laughter, breaking through the boundary of submission. His pent-up silence was answered by Namjoon's task. Winners are always one step ahead, while losers lose by assumption.

"I'm going to ask her out this weekend. You have to support me."

Namjoon nudged Hoseok's arm and only answered Hoseok with a small nod. Hoseok glanced at the classroom ceiling. There was a spider web on the edge that was faintly visible. Perhaps, deliberately never cleaned because it is too high to reach.

Namjoon frowned at Hoseok's silent response. "You why? Is something wrong?"

Hoseok. "Lately I've just been tired. Our job is too much." The man ended his sentence with a faint smile.

"really? Not because you're thinking about my story?"

Hoseok glared, staring straight at Namjoon for a few seconds. "What do you mean?"

"Who knows you like Saerin too" replied Namjoon.

"We're friendly. Not more."

Namjoon. "How can you just be friends with him? If I were you, I'd have made her a boyfriend since the first day I met."

Hoseok smiled smirkily. Those words hit him. Hoseok late. He realizes that Saerin means precisely after Namjoon resolutely fought for his liking from the beginning.

"Are there any other girls close to you besides Hana and Saerin?" ask Namjoon again.

"Nothing" said Hoseok. Both men grinned in silence.

Hoseok let the slightly hot atmosphere pass in a few seconds. Then, he answered as quietly as the water in the lake. "I'm not a suitable man to be a Saerin couple. We are used to our friendship. There's still a lot better than me to be with Saerin."

The sad getir was trying to cover up Hoseok. He switched the conversation, issuing a reference book for the theoretical basis of their biochemical reports.

The classroom atmosphere began to get a little crowded by the whispers of students. There was a drop from the top row of chairs with a loud shout that attracted attention. He even pranced himself to the point of almost tripping the feet of the lecturer's desk.

"This afternoon class is off!"

Hoseok pulled out the phone. There is a message notification that tells dr. Lee feed gave birth to a third child and the class was replaced next week.

"Hoseok-ah," call Namjoon. "Aren't you interested in Hana?"

Hoseok's eyebrows. No words were spoken from Namjoon's lips. However, the man's gaze pointed to the front of the class, pulling Hoseok into a lot of eyes. He finds Hana talking to their classmates. The girl taped the bag over the shoulder. The smile on his face looked so sincere.

Namjoon patted Hoseok's shoulder gently just as his gaze focused on Hana's movements that brushed the hair behind the earlobe.

"He's been watching you for a long time." Namjoon chuckled. "Again, I'm tired of hearing him babble about you every night. So, you get close to him!"

Hoseok. He tries to digest every word Namjoon says, while the friend shifts his body to get closer to him.

"In three seconds, he'll turn his head and smile at you."

Hoseok pushed slowly on Namjoon's body, making a space between them. However, his best friend seemed unaffected. He counts with his fingers. At the last count, Hoseok's eyes reflexively searched for Hana's whereabouts.

"I have a good plan!" exclamation Namjoon. The man brought the face closer to Hoseok's ears. He spoke without a voice. At the end of his sentence, Hoseok turned his back.

"You're crazy!" jeremy Hoseok.

Namjoon didn't seem to care. He just punched Hoseok slowly, then pulled the friend to follow him.

...***...

After the sound of the door opening, the first sight to be seen by Hoseok is an interior dominated by white. On the left side there are several high heels and converse neatly arranged on the shelf.

Hana stepped into the living room after putting down the shoes. Hoseok and Namjoon followed behind. The girl told them to sit on the long, light brown sofa. Just above where he sat, a painting of a man on horseback became the decorator of the flat that looks minimalist. Hana walked towards the kitchen which was about five steps away from the living room. Hoseok's eyes could not be separated from the movement of the girl who was heating the water while preparing two white cups.

For the first time, Hoseok visited Hana's flat. The girl had never told me much about her personal life other than the ideal of wanting to live alone. The wish came about a month ago after a long argument with his parents.

"I will carry out our plan" whispered Namjoon. The man stood up and left Hoseok.

"Looks like I need a snack. I'm going to the supermarket in front."

Hana who was too focused on her activities did not have time to respond to Namjoon. The man has stepped outside. Hoseok desperately wants to curse Namjoon. Without a long discussion with him, the man invited Hana to work on their biochemical report which will be gathered next week. Bored with the atmosphere of the library, his best friend proposed the girl's apartment as a place to study. That reason was part of Namjoon's wits to bring her closer to Hana. A week ago Namjoon told me that he had bought a virtual reality game. Hoseok believes the man is having fun at home while laughing at his current condition.

"Did Namjoon call you? Why hasn't he come back?" asked Hana while giving a cup of ginger tea to Hoseok.

"Looks, you should check your phone."

Hoseok rubbed his nape, while Hana sighed resignedly after the last line of Namjoon's message was finished he read.

"He sent you a message too?" Hoseok nodded.

"He himself invites us to do our duty. Ten minutes ago he was fine. I never believed in the reason it hurt!"

Unknowingly Hoseok laughed. Nagging is not Hana's habit. After a long time getting to know the girl, he only realized that Hana has a unique side that is interesting.

"I guess .. we can still work on the report without him. We leave the calculation part. Let's just say it's a punishment for her" Hoseok said, making Hana laugh. The bangs that were draped to the right were poked up covering his face. The squinting eyes had hypnotized Hoseok before the girl's voice retracted its consciousness.

"I go to the room first, get the laptop."

Hana moved, leaving a silhouette that disappeared after the girl entered the room. Hoseok immediately pulled out his cup of ginger tea and spent in one gulp. Although the heat is still a little domineering, but he does not really care.

His mind centered on the secrets Namjoon revealed to him. He never thought that every box of lunch that Hana gave or offer a neat note when she was left behind following the lecturer's presentation was a form of interest for the girl. The shadow of his friendship twisted so fast like a cassette tape that was almost tangled. It flashed in Hoseok's mind to turn back the current that hit him. However, was it right now that he took it?

The girl had already replaced the shirt with a plain red shirt that was slightly larger than her body size. He put the laptop on the table right in front of the sofa. The height of the table is not half the length of the calf. Hoseok got off the couch, sat on the carpet. He pulled out a paper.

"You look for other journals for theoretical basis. I'll take note of the parts that we'll write in the report" Hoseok said. Hana started looking for journal references after the laptop connected to the internet network. The girl's fingers moved quickly on the keyboard, becoming a time-deadening remote around Hoseok.

"You're watching me?" hana asked after three calls to Hoseok.

The man nodded, making Hana accidentally nudge the pen. The girl turned her face, looking for a pen that was suddenly invisible. Not the pen she got, the girl felt a swab on the back of her hand. The bluish veins that appeared as the swab turned into a grasp.

Hana. However, he could feel the breath getting closer. Next to the man's hand drew his face, making them meet.

Drops of water from the tap up to their hearing burrows. The table creaked as Hoseok shifted elbows. The space between them seemed to narrow until Hana had trouble breathing.

"Do you like me?" ask Hoseok. The spontaneous question made Hana bite her lips. His hands firmly grip the edge of the shirt. He kept avoiding Hoseok's gaze, but the jet iris always managed to lock him up.

"I want to know your true feelings. Not from Namjoon's mouth."

Hana's heart beat so fast, as if it could beat the speed of a running cheetah.

"A-I ..," Hana was silent for a moment. "I really like you" the girl said in a single breath.

Hoseok grabbed Hana's face. The girl could feel a swab over the surface of her skin. They combined the gaze long enough until the distance both of them were thinning. Hana closed her mouth as she felt the base of her nose meet Hoseok's. There was no sound or movement in a long enough span of seconds, and the girl opened her eyes. Hoseok sighed, then gave some distance.

He turned his face away, stopping looking at the now confused Hana.

"I'm sorry, Hana. I can't get back to how you feel."

Hana's view is empty. His shoulders slumped like there was a rope pulling his soul out of the body. Hana was well aware of the introduction of him and Hoseok not long ago. In fact, Hoseok has always considered his attention like an ordinary friend.

"I understand" said Hana. "You don't have to return my feelings."

The girl braved herself. His hand touched the back of Hoseok's hand and another hand now brought the man's face to meet him. Hana rubbed that face full of tenderness.

"May I stay by your side?" hana said without hesitation.

Hoseok. His heart rumbled louder than thunder. Especially when Hana brought their faces and lips closer, they were now only one finger away.

"Let me fight for your love." Then the sentence was closed with one kiss that landed on Hoseok's lips.