Ian placed a hand covering his mouth, holding himself from producing any kind of noise. He kept himself quiet as Bill continued to knock on his door, calling for him. He did not dare to answer, not even a word as a reply that he’s in his room. Ian did not know why he felt so badly hurt when in fact he already knew that there’s nothing more than best friends between him and Bill. It was only him who thought there must be a possibility in the slightest bit that his best friend would care for him because he loves him too. He knew he could not blame solely pointing his fingers to Bill. The guy doesn't even have an idea that he loves him more than just a best friend.
“Ian, I know you are in there. Open the door. . .” Bill’s calm and relaxed yet kind of tired-sounding voice followed after knock
