Kangwan looked over the text, as he had been since it'd been sent. He was a bit hesitant to approach Thomas, though the other boy was in his sights, but he just felt nervous about approaching his homeroom classmate. He wasn't sure exactly why either, but he was nervous. a hand lingered over his heart, trying to will it to calm down, in case the sound of the pounding got Thomas' attention.

Finally, he got his legs to move again, and he approached Thomas. He was finally dressed for proper California weather, in a pink tank top and skinny jeans, and his backpack was traded out for a smaller bag, since finals meant needing less books. It looked like he'd actually be able to at least pass for this year, all thanks to Thomas, probably, but he knew he'd be reprimanded by his company when they checked up on him. "Thomas..." He called out softly, getting the other boy's attention, gripping firmly on the strap of his bag. "Was there something..?" He began, fading off as he realized he'd phrased that sentence weird and didn't know how to recover it to finish it.

Kangwan felt his cheeks burn at the request, and he blamed it on the sun, though he had a feeling his face was matching his shirt at the moment. His grip on his bag loosened out of shock, relief, something he couldn't quite name. He was relieved Thomas looked down, but then realized his voice wasn't working very well. He took a breath before catching Thomas' gaze, giving him a nod before hiding behind his bangs. He nodded again, just kind of happy with the situation, happy that Thomas felt the same way he did, that this was something that was actually going to happen.

A part of him told him it was a bad idea to do this, that hopefully soon he'd return to Korea. But another part of him told him something he already knew: he wasn't going to get better unless he went to counseling, and that was more intimidating than he wanted to admit. Even more intimidating, was knowing at some point he'd have to accept his mother and brother's deaths. He pushed away those thoughts, for happier ones. A crush was being realized, something that hadn't, or rather couldn't, happen in Korea. He was happy for this chance, and he'd let it last as long as it possibly could. With a swell of happiness, and confidence, he finally found his voice again, albeit it was still soft and slightly higher pitched than usual, "I'd actually really like that."

Kangwan hesitated only a moment before taking Thomas' hand, beaming back at him. "I'd love that!" He said, before backtracking and letting out a hum in thought. "Can we do both? Boba tea sounds nice, but so does ice cream!" He said with a childish grin.

He laughed, staying comfortably to Thomas' shoulder. "I'm not too sure either. I've never been in a relationship before." He said honestly. "I think we're doing it right, though." He reassured Thomas.

Kangwan smiled, jumping happily a bit at the confirmation they could get both. He felt a bit bad he didn't really have any money, but with only a student visa and no allowance from his dad, let alone no pay from the company for not doing anything, it was a bit difficult to come across money for himself. So for now at least, he'd allow Thomas to pay.

He blushed a bit at Thomas' confession, but didn't want to leave him lingering over those raw, heartfelt words. "It's a bit embarrassing to admit, but so did I." He said softly. He squeezed back in response to Thomas, both nervous and bubbly that Thomas didn't take his hand away when they got to a more public area of campus.

Kangwan thought over the last week, humming softly and tapping his chin. "I think I did alright, so hopefully it will help boost my grades. Thanks to you, I did well on my math final, my teacher even said I improved a lot." He said, smiling proudly. He blushed a bit when he looked up at Thomas, feeling his heart pounding. Something about looking at him and knowing he was his boyfriend was apparently a shock to his heart.

He didn't cover the fact that his (undiagnosed-but-obvious) depression was the main cause of his grades dropping in the first place, but he was thankful the weeks leading up to finals, and finals week, didn't see a relapse so he was able to recover somewhat. He frowned as he thought of one class in particular. "I think I did alright with English, since it was all writing and there's not a spoken or listening part like in Korea, but I don't know that it was good as a native English speaker." He pouted. "I'll probably be put into ESL again next year." He paused his woes and looked to Thomas, making it to looking at his chin before feeling his heart speed up again. "How about your finals?"

Kangwan felt a bit blown away by how simply Thomas was talking about math. "Going to the college would be over my head." He said, raising his eyebrows and sucking in a breath that was accompanied by a shrug. Still, he smiled, "But I am glad you think you did well. I am sure you also did well at the science test, too."

He hummed in thought, not responding until well after Thomas had wrapped his arm over his shoulders, partially because he was thinking and partially because of pleasant shock at the action. Once he felt calmed enough, he smiled lightly, tapping his chin with one finger. "I will be gone a week, because my CEO wants to talk about my contract." His features fell a bit. "I think he wants to talk about ending it, but I hope not. I do like being an idol, but I think I have also gotten used to this life." He said with a small chuckle. His hand drifted to Thomas', holding it softly as he glanced down at their hands, intertwining his fingers with Thomas'. "And I really like this life. But singing is my passion, and I do miss my band members." He looked away for a moment before looking at Thomas. "I'm rather torn. I still do not get along with my dad, but I like the friends I have made and I feel like I've learned a lot..." His voice faded off, and he turned away quickly, feeling like he was close to tears for some reason. He bit his bottom lip, focusing on the sidewalk as he tried to steady his emotions. "I don't know what to do." He added, softly enough he wasn't even sure if the other boy heard it.

Kangwan sniffed, but was thankful the lump in his throat wasn't going to lead to tears this time, and he laughed, a bit embarrassed. "You looked up my band?" He asked. "I hope you didn't find our debut video..." He mused aloud with another laugh. Thoughts of his fourteen-year-old self were a bit embarrassing, even though it was only a couple years ago.

Kangwan smiled and gave Thomas a nod. "I know. My dad is very against it, too. Thankfully my company is paying for my flight, or I would not be able to go at all." He shook his head, his face falling to a frown. "Even with success, even if it is my passion, my dad does not support me being an idol." He said honestly.

Kangwan tilted his head to one side, thinking of his band mates. "They are nice. They take good of me, and they were the ones that convinced me to take a break after my mom and brother died. I had wanted to stay; distract myself." He blinked a couple times, holding back tears, and decided to change the subject. "One of them is the one that started teaching me English, because he is from LA." He paused, "Since you watched some music videos, he is the rapper that usually does the English raps." He chuckled, "His Korean understanding is very good, but he gets shy when he speaks, so everybody, fans and MCs, thinks he is not good. He was also the first one I came out too, because he is very supportive of equality, though not on SNS. Another one, my oldest hyung, the main singer, I also came out to, but at first he did not take it well. But soon after I came here, he apologized." He paused trying to think of what else to say about his band. "They are all very nice." He repeated. He smiled again, a bit bittersweet, but also true. "I miss them all a lot. We still talk, but it is hard because they busy." He straightened up as he remembered something. "Oh! I was featured on a V App broadcast a little bit ago. They video called me." He said, then looked down, trying to hide his blush. "If you wanted to see..." He continued, much softer than his previous statement.