#1 Nam Joo Hyuk

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[div=background-color:white; max-height:200px; max-width:280px; margin:auto; overflow:auto; color:grey; font-size:11px; padding:10px;]Most people who know how to float in water will tell you that you need to have faith in your body's ability to float in order to do so. If you panic, you'll sink. That's exactly how Yoonseok felt sitting in the couch cushions of his friend's leather sofa that day. He didn't have faith in himself to keep himself afloat. He was panicking, and he was sinking.  But not immediately like water. He was sinking in quicksand, slowly, and somehow he couldn't stop struggling. He kept telling himself that he should just stay calm and relax, but that only made things worse. He just continued to sink.

He turned to his friend, who was in the middle of talking about their next fmv. The two of them liked to fool around some, and one of the things they liked to do together was to make parodies of their favorite music videos. They were a hassle to make sometimes, but it always ended up being fun.

"You've been thinking about this for the longest time now. How hard is it to just say a few words?" he thought to himself. Yea, it shouldn't be so hard. Then why did he feel this way? If it was so simple, then why did he feel so afraid of just saying it?

He took a deep breath in, and tried his best to speak clearly and concisely.

"You know what," he interrupted him, caught up in his own nervousness, "I like you." He sat there for a moment, darting his eyes back and forth. On the outside, he looked really relaxed and almost as if his words carried no meaning. But they did. They really did. He just couldn't show it. It wasn't in his nature to show how he felt. He stood up and ran a hand through his dark brown hair before walking to the kitchen. His whole body was shaking on the way there.

He was relieved, but the nervousness he felt before still held onto him like an itch he couldn't quite get rid of. He grabbed a glass and helped himself to a glass of water before putting two palms on the counter and sighing softly.[/div]
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