Chapter 82.1: If you want to be gay together, can you stay away from my door? (1/2)

Wei Xiao was amused.

Kim Sung-hyun also started laughing, “He smashed into a wall, but he didn’t give up. He told me that Little Close was just putting on a strong front, and he must actually be secretly shedding tears at night…”

Wei Xiao didn’t believe it at all, but his curiosity had been completely piqued, “And then? And then?”

Then, at midnight, Yuan Ze took Kim Sung-hyun with him and squatted outside Close’s bedroom door for half an hour.

Proud Flower Kim had been very naive and innocent back then, “Is he crying?”

Yuan Ze’s legs were numb from crouching, “Maybe they’re silent tears? Looking at how that boy puts up a strong front, he probably doesn’t even know how to cry.”

Kim Sung-hyun was worried, “Then, what should we do? Elder brother, should we go in?”

Yuan Ze corrected him, “Don’t use the title ‘elder brother’ in China. Others will think that we’re gay!”

Kim Sung-hyun changed his words, “Ah-Ze!”

Yuan Ze nodded, “Call me teacher!”

Kim Sung-hyun paused, “Ah-Ze!”

Yuan Ze: “…….” Fine, it was a little difficult for him to pronounce ‘teacher’.

Their voices weren’t low. FTW’s base back then hadn’t been like the ‘luxury house’ it was now, and the sound insulation was mediocre. Close, who was in the room, had basically heard most of it.

He opened the door, giving Kim Sung-hyun and Yuan Ze a scare.

Kim Sung-hyun was quite thin-skinned and was unable to speak for a long time.

Old Dog Yuan was thick-skinned and didn’t feel embarrassed at all, “Cough, you haven’t slept yet?”

After that, he stared at Close, trying to see if there were traces of tears on his handsome face.

However, other than the chips of ice in his eyes, he got nothing else.

Close: “I can cry, but there’s no need.”

Kim Sung-hyun & Yuan Ze: “!” He heard them!

Close continued, “If you want to be gay together, can you stay away from my door?”

Little Kim & Old Yuan: “…………………………..”

To hell with this little pitiful guy, this was clearly a sullen, black-bellied man!

When he heard this, Wei Xiao laughed so hard he was rocking back and forth. His brain recreated the scene completely.

Sure enough, the great demon king was still a great demon king when he was young. It was amazing!

There was a smile in Kim Sung-hyun’s eyes when he thought of these past events, and his tone became lighter and lighter.

He then shared some fragmented anecdotes. Wei Xiao was always concerned about one point, “Why were you all so worried about the captain?”

He could tell from the literal and implied meaning of the words that Yuan Ze had been very worried about Close, who’d just entered the team.

Was it because he didn’t like to talk?

Was it because he wasn’t sociable?

Or was it because Close was too young, and they wanted to take care of him?

Wei Xiao didn’t think that was it.

The 19 year old Captain Yuan and God Kim were half grown boys. How would they be so thoughtful?

He asked this, and Kim Sung-hyun was stunned for a moment.

This new teammate of Close’s looked naughty and wild and disobedient, but in his heart, he really cared about his captain.

He’d even caught the details inside these jokes.

Kim Sung-hyun spoke lightly, “You’ve never seen the 17 year old Close.”

He’d said these words earlier, but the tone now was totally different.

After listening to it again, Wei Xiao still felt sour in his heart, but it was no longer a jealous sourness. It was a feeling of heartache for the 17 year old Close.

“…The Close from back then seemed to have been abandoned by everyone. He didn’t seem to care about anything around him.”

Yuan Ze spoke about social phobia, but in fact, he was worried about more than just that.

A youth who was so disconnected and cold, it wouldn’t be surprising if he chose to jump down from the top of a building in the next second.

It wasn’t just social phobia. Yuan Ze had flipped through psychology books out of fear that this child wouldn’t be able to work through it.

Kim Sung-hyun’s words were very obscure, but Wei Xiao could still feel the heavy, depressing pain that pressed down on his insides.

“Back then, we all suspected that his family… well…” Kim Sung-hyun said. “However, it became much better later on. Close still didn’t like to talk and was an icy cold person, but for better or worse, he could communicate. Even if it was all monosyllables.”

Wei Xiao was stunned as he listened.

Lu Feng’s monosyllables was a joke that was often used as fans for memes.

The great demon king’s ‘mm’ judgement, Close’s cold ‘mm’, and the gentle ‘mm’ that was worth dying to hear.

Wei Xiao had no way to imagine the 17 year old Close who tried using monosyllables to establish communication channels with other people.

The tingling, numbing pain spread through all his nerves, and his cell phone vibrated slightly.

Wei Xiao didn’t know what the captain had experienced before he turned 17, but he’d found a new home in FTW, found a new family, and gradually began to accept others.

It was a pity that after one short year of brilliance, FTW broke up.

What had the Close who remained standing in the ruins been thinking?

‘Ding’.

The clear sound of a lighter pulled Wei Xiao back to the present.

Kim Sung-hyun lit another cigarette and let the tiny spark burn between his fingers.

“Us big brothers of the past really owe him.” Kim Sung-hyun looked at Wei Xiao, “In the future, you…”

Wei Xiao yelled loudly, “I’ll absolutely never leave him. I’ll always accompany him!” For a lifetime!

Kim Sung-hyun smiled and said, “You’re not his wife, so how can you accompany him all the time.”

Wei Xiao: “I…”

After that, Kim Sung-hyun cleared his throat. He realized that the word ‘wife’ wasn’t appropriate; after all, he knew Close’s sexual orientation.

Wei Xiao also stopped suddenly. He couldn’t just say that he wanted to be the captain’s wif… husband, right!

Eh… Wei Xiao broke out in goosebumps from his own thoughts.

After listening to the captain’s past for a while, Wei Xiao switched to being concerned about Kim Sung-hyun, “God Kim, what are you doing out here on your own? Are you scared about tomorrow’s competition?”

Kim Sung-hyun slanted a glance at him, “Scared of what?”

Wei Xiao stabbed back, “Scared that you’ll lose to us.”

Kim Sung-hyun made a sound of disbelief.

Wei Xiao stressed, “You lost to us once not very long ago.”

Kim Sung-hyun raised his chin slightly, and the tear mole was particularly obvious, “If you guys were unable to win against me when I played so badly, would you really deserve to be in FTW?”

These words…

Wei Xiao loved to hear them. He chuckled, “I’ll be waiting for you to play well tomorrow!”