kangmin is no musician, clearly. can barely strum the guitar correctly despite the amount of effort he's put in, and he knows he isn't hitting the right notes, but if kangmin is anything - it's sincere. he's genuine in the way he's singing, hoping that the terrible notes reach jiyul's ears and jiyul realizes just how apologetic kangmin is.
"and i'm a fool... ooh... ooh..." he sounds like a cat screeching, "sorry to you... oh..." he ends the song with a strum, realizes he's strummed the wrong chord, and attempts one more time.
now that he's actually done, he feels embarrassed; but truth be told nothing quite beats the embarrassment he'd felt when he'd sent jiyul the wrong photo. he lifts his eyes away from his guitar, and gazes at jiyul, hoping to see some sort of forgiveness flash on the boy's face. what he's met with though, is perhaps a hundred, no a thousand times better. jiyul's face is red, and he replies to kangmin with his soft-spoken words, as though kangmin hadn't potentially ruined his psyche by sending him a photo of his dick by accident.
he's thankful though, that jiyul doesn't seem to hate him, and he visibly sighs in relief. "no... it really was my fault," he begins, and for some reason his own ears turn red. "i wanted you to know that i was really sorry, and i thought about all the things you liked, you know? like what is it that makes jiyul... jiyul? what's his favourite thing? what makes him smile the most? stuff like that," kangmin can tell that he's starting to ramble, but he can't quite stop himself, he wants jiyul to know his thought process, and subconsciously, he takes a step forward towards jiyul. "and it's music, right?" he smiles a little, beaming, even, at the thought of how jiyul had always looked when sharing with kangmin something new he'd written or worked on. "so... yeah, i thought... watched some youtube videos..."
he should really stop talking, but kangmin knows he's fucked up terribly. "you're a good friend to me, so i didn't want to freak you out with... that." that being his dick. had it been anyone else, sure kangmin would've approached them after a while to talk it out, to apologize and probably bow a hundred, thousand, million times out of sheer horror; but it's jiyul, and kangmin wants to make sure that jiyul understands just how genuine his feelings are.
he realizes then that he's still awkwardly holding onto the guitar and places it against the wall. "i'll never look as cool as you holding this," he laughs, his own ears turning red, now that this whole... ordeal is 'over'. or as over as it can be. "this wasn't how i planned on showing you my dick," he admits, half-joking, probably, but he can't quite figure out how much of it is actually a joke, and how much of it is true.
the sun shines through the window and it lands onto the both of them, their figures casting a shadow onto the floor; even in this form, kangmin's towering over jiyul. "wow, you're so small next to me," kangmin says without much thought, glancing over at the shadow. "haha, it's adorable."
