[she can't help but laugh as well.] It sounds like you have a type.

[she falls silent as he speaks, and even if he doesn't think it makes a lot of sense, she understands.]

But I'm... [ugh, it's so hard to explain or even give voice to. she doesn't know what's wrong, or why she's suddenly intimidated by kise of all people. but when she stands next to the men he loves, she feels so small and insignificant.] Do you like me like that, Kichan? Or are you just thinking about it because I kissed you. Because I've liked you for a long time. I really like you.