""We’ve known each other for, mm, what? Nine years, now? The best nine years of my life. And I love you, too. I love you. I love you,” Namjun continues, kissing him, quick but soft, between each “I love you.” Holding Yungi’s jaw in his hands, his nose, his cheeks, his eyelids — Namjun kisses him everywhere and anywhere, all over his face, except, of course, his lips.
Yungi knows that’s too intimate, too romantic.
But he wishes it wasn’t."
In which Yungi is sad, insecure, and has destructive coping mechanisms, but his two best friends care for him and love him unconditionally, even when he thinks he's undeserving.