Chapter 2: Confession

304th Floor(OP):

I’m here, continuing to talk about our story.

Wasn’t it during the end of the second semester of my freshman year that I started liking c? Then during that vacation, I made a lot of preparations and began “pursuing” him from the start of sophomore year.

I thought I shouldn’t progress too quickly and directly confess, as that would definitely scare him.

So, I used those methods suggested by everyone online—bringing him breakfast, giving small gifts, showing him care often, and such.

The frog in warm water!

I went on like this for a semester, thinking it should be about time. I chose the night before he went home after our exams to confess.

Because I thought that even if he rejected me, during that vacation we could ease our relationship a bit. When we meet again, he hopefully wouldn’t just run away at the sight of me… right?

I was really nervous at the time. Originally, I wanted to buy a bouquet of flowers to give to him. But then I thought it might not be appropriate to give him flowers before he accepted my confession, so I didn’t prepare them.

And on that day, I went completely empty-handed, without even a confession letter.

Plus, both of our roommates had already left in the morning; it was just the two of us in the dorm.

At the time, as I helped him pack his luggage, I tried to ask tentatively, “Are you planning to date in college?”

Damn! Looking back, that doesn’t seem too tactful.

Maybe it was the courage from drinking overnight. The day before, all of us in the dorm went out to eat, and one of them even brought his girlfriend.

Wuwuwu, watching them eat, I felt so sour. I wanted to date too; I wanted to be close with my wife too.

C, I hate that you’re so dense!

No, it’s not his fault!

It’s because I haven’t been good enough to my wife that he didn’t realize I liked him.

It must be like this!

In any case, I felt sour while looking at my wife. And before I knew it, I had drunk too much.

When I woke up, the first thing I saw was still my wife. He saw I was awake and handed me a cup of honey water to drink.

It was already noon then, and both roommates had left.

Those two big and coarse roommates don’t seem like the type to take care of me, so c looked after me throughout the night.

Ah… my whole heart melted; he’s truly so kind. Even sweeter than honey water!

Getting off track here, after my tentative question, c looked at me and smiled, saying, “Well, let’s see how things go.”

At the time, his gaze was really gentle, making me feel like he might like me.

Don’t scold me; I know this is just a misconception in life!

Then I was totally entranced at the time and asked like that, “Would you want to give it a try with me?”

Originally, I thought he’d be shocked, maybe even disgusted.

But he didn’t say anything, his face just suddenly turned red, and he lowered his head, not daring to look at me.

At that moment, I realized too. I was afraid he’d dislike me, so I quickly said I was joking, not to take it to heart.

Then he looked up at me, seeming a bit confused, but then immediately a look of realization appeared on his face. He sweetly smiled and said, “I understand now.”

He seemed relieved, and my heart shattered.

Did he get so happy just because he knew I didn’t like him?

And that’s how my first confession ended. Not only did I not win my wife over, but he also thought my confession was just a joke.

Disasters from careless words… how did I become so indiscreet at that time, wuwuwu.

305th Floor:

I don’t know what to say, downstairs come.

306th Floor:

Downstairs come.

307th Floor:

Downstairs… Oh well, all I can say, dear OP, is that you brought this upon yourself.

308th Floor:

OP deserves it.

309th Floor:

OP deserves not having a wife.

310th Floor:

What you did, OP, is really misleading. Being liked by someone of the same sex is already shocking enough, and then you add the “just kidding” statement.

By doing that when c was puzzled and didn’t know what to do, you added that “just kidding,” so he naturally took that escape route.

Though the atmosphere was relaxed at the time, I guess c won’t really believe your confessions in the future.

It’s fortunate that c is such a good-natured little angel. If I were in his shoes, I would’ve slapped you long ago for joking about something like this.

311th Floor:

The commenter above is right. Your future confessions will be quite challenging.

312th Floor:

Self-inflicted, you really deserve it, tsk tsk tsk.

313th Floor:

Indeed, OP, you’re in a pitiable situation hahaha.

314th Floor:

The one above laughs so loudly hahaha.

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339th Floor(OP):

Damn it, stop laughing, all of you! Because I really don’t want to trouble him, and whenever he’s conflicted, I can’t help but give him an out.

So, every time I confess, he thinks it’s a joke, and no matter how I think about it, it’s my fault.

I must treat my wife even better and make him believe that I genuinely like him!

340th Floor:

Although it’s unfortunate, OP really does like c.

341st Floor:

That’s true, OP has genuinely been considering c all along, taking all the blame onto themselves.

342nd Floor:

Humble OP, playing the role of an online simp for attention?

343rd Floor:

Not to the extent of being a simp, just going through the process of pursuing.

344th Floor:

Don’t know if OP is either fully equipped or empty-handed in the end, squatting in suspense.

345th Floor:

Wait a minute, didn’t OP say they moved out and started living together before breaking the window paper? Why was the confession then in the dorm room?

Is OP making up the story?

346th Floor:

As soon as upstairs mentioned it, I went back to look, and it really is like that. Is OP fabricating the story?

347th Floor:

Damn it, did I get fooled again?

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357th Floor(OP):

You guys are discussing the timeline?

Here’s the deal: normal good feelings in the first semester of freshman year, realized liking c in the second semester, and quietly “boiling the frog” throughout the first semester of sophomore year. This isn’t a formal pursuit; it’s more like the preparation before actually pursuing.

Even though I said I started pursuing in the second semester of sophomore year and got rejected when I confessed…

But the real pursuit didn’t start until the second semester of sophomore year. The first confession doesn’t count as breaking the window paper, because I wasn’t prepared and it just slipped out. Plus, after I tried to explain, c didn’t take it seriously, so it doesn’t count.

It was during that break, c and I talked about renting a house together, and I asked if he wanted to move out. He agreed.

358th Floor:

… OP, be cautious.

359th Floor:

The strange timeline algorithm is kicking in.

360th Floor:

Although it’s an odd algorithm, if it’s coming from OP, it’s normal.

391st Floor:

Oddly OP.

392nd Floor:

Oddly OP.

393rd Floor:

You guys abbreviating like this caught me off guard. Oddly OP!

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412th Floor(OP):

Am I really that abnormal in your eyes?

If I’m abnormal, then I am. I’m living together with my wife; do you have that?

Right now, he’s in the kitchen making breakfast, and his waist looks even slimmer when he’s wearing an apron. Although it’s perfect for hugging, he still needs to gain a bit more weight.

413th Floor:

How do you know that hugging is so suitable, OP? Have you hugged him?

414th Floor:

Look at the way OP is acting so timid. Does he look like he’s hugged someone?

415th Floor:

Sigh, OP’s daydreaming again.

416th Floor:

People who can’t win over their crushes, how pitiful!

417th Floor:

What makes you think I haven’t hugged him?

418th Floor:

???

419th Floor:

Is OP secretly “eating tofu” then?

420th Floor:

Is OP secretly being inappropriate?

421st Floor:

Did you accidentally hug him and remember it for a long time?

422nd Floor:

Tsk, that possibility is more likely. That makes it even more pitiful.

423rd Floor(OP):

What inappropriate behavior! I’ve hugged him openly!

Every time we watch TV, c likes to snuggle into my arms. He thinks my hands are getting in the way, so he pushes them aside. In that position, isn’t it just natural for me to put my arm around his waist?

Maybe he considers it normal for close friends to huddle up and watch TV together.

I used to wonder if he was hinting at something, but there’s no trace of worldly thoughts in his eyes. Every time he snuggles into me, he doesn’t do anything. He just lazily watches the TV, like a content cat. He doesn’t even spare a glance for me, yet he enthusiastically discusses the plot with me.

At first, having a beauty in my arms made it hard to concentrate on TV, but over time, hugging just became natural.

As for me now, I’m no longer the one who turns red and has a racing heart when my wife approaches. I’m the one who can casually hug my wife while watching TV and discuss things together!

424th Floor:

A wife who’s soft and snuggles into your arms? Hand him over!

425th Floor:

Wife who snuggles into your arms? Hand him over!

426th Floor:

OP, someone so calculated can’t be kept around. Quickly show them the door and let me know the address, I’ll go pick him up!

456th Floor:

Wow, they haven’t even officially become a couple, but they get to hug each other every day? Wuwuwu. As someone else pursuing someone, I’m feeling sour.

457th Floor:

The situation OP describes sounds just like a couple at our school: both tall and handsome, one being outgoing and assertive, the other soft and cute.

I actually thought it was a post from them, but it turns out OP hasn’t won them over yet. However, they’re already together, probably one of the most popular cps at our school.

458th Floor:

I want to hear the story from upstairs!

459th Floor:

I have a friend…

460th Floor:

Don’t think about it, it’s their privacy. I just mentioned it. OP, keep going!

461st Floor (OP):

You guys, don’t wonder anymore. This is my wife! Although it’s not official yet, it will be sooner or later!

After we finish eating, we’re going out to play. You can all die of envy!

417th Floor:

Live stream, got it?

418th Floor:

Live stream, got it?

419th Floor:

Live stream, got it or not?

420th Floor:

Upstairs, don’t interrupt the formation!

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447th Floor (OP):

Alright, since you all care so much about my progress in pursuing them, I’ll share a bit later~

448th Floor:

Hmm… I think OP wants to show off, huh?

449th Floor:

Hmm… I agree.

450th Floor:

Where are you going, OP?

451st Floor (OP):

Not much, just going strawberry picking. Oh, my wife is a natural clothes hanger.

452nd Floor:

I don’t know how the topic changed.

453rd Floor:

Indeed, the speed and landing point of this topic change are like those small ads that pop up when you open a browser.

454th Floor:

From my experience, c is probably changing clothes, and OP is watching nearby.

Tsk…

455th Floor:

Pass it on, OP is watching c change clothes.

456th Floor:

Pass it on, OP is helping c change clothes.

457th Floor:

Pass it on, OP is being inappropriate with c.

458th Floor (OP):

I have no idea how your thought process works. I was just admiring how good-looking my wife is, where did all this drama come from?

Dare I be inappropriate with c? Do I really have to post about it here?

A moment ago, c was wearing a white down jacket and came over to ask me if he looked good.

Could my wife not look good? Could he not look good? The oversized down jacket made him look even softer.

I think that jacket might be the one I bought him, but I’m not entirely sure.

C was happy when he heard that, saying that he also thought the clothes I picked were good-looking.

Ah, my wife is wearing the clothes I bought for him!!! And he even complimented my taste, ahhh!!!

Enough, I’m going out with my wife wearing matching outfits, wuwuwu.

459th Floor:

What? What? What? OP bought clothes for c?

460th Floor:

What? What? What? And you even have matching outfits?

461st Floor:

What? What? What? Aren’t you two together yet?

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481st Floor:

Damn it, OP is teasing our appetites again…

482nd Floor:

Talking about the progress stage between OP and c…

483rd Floor:

Alright, alright, let’s wait…