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iwillgiveyoumyhappiness · 3 years

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Anonymous asked:

Would you make a scenario where fem reader is in a love triangle with her two best friends Bomin and Joochan?, Like they're super good friends but both of them like her... So they confess in different moments, she kisses both and she's confused. Both of them know about the others feelings but they still want to have the upper hand. You can pick the ending and write it however you want! It'll be great if we could feel the struggle... Maybe making her have her moments whenever she hangs with one of them, like she thinks she has decided but then they kiss and the same happens with the other and it's all messy?? Thank you beforehand i hope it's not too much to ask 🥺

Group: Golden Child (골든차일드)

Members: Bomin & Joochan

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

(A/N): Warning! This took on a mind of its own, and it is now a fic—not a scenario. This chapter one, y'all. Banner by @junjungsunwoo! Thank you so much, I love it! ^-^

Chapter 1

Hong Joochan

Everyone falls in love in different ways.

For some, it's slow and gradual. For others, it's love at first sight. And then for the rest, they're not in love until they just... are.

That's how it was for me.

You see, I had a friend. She was pretty, though I didn't realize it when we first met. Sometimes people would ask me, "Yo, are you friends with the hot chick?" and my response would always be, "Who?"

I didn't understand back then how beautiful she really was, because all I saw was 'my friend'. I'd closed myself off to the idea of seeing her as an actual woman without even realizing it.

Until one moment, I did. It was just one moment. One moment of her smiling in just the right lighting, the glare through the window putting a halo over her head.

All my memories with her flashed through my head like scenes from a movie. All the times she'd comforted me, made me laugh, or smiled for me.

In that moment, I felt like we were meeting again for the first time. Like an idiot, I stuttered when I said hi. I'd never stuttered around her before, and I knew she'd noticed it too, 'cause she didn't skip a beat in teasing me for it.

I thought maybe—just maybe—I had been underestimating how much I appreciated her presence in my life.

And how much I'd come to rely on it.

It was overwhelming, scary and exciting all at the same time. When the wave of emotions first washed over, I thought, "I've gotta tell someone."

In situations like this, Daeyeol would usually be the first person I'd spill my feelings to. He was always good at looking at things objectively and helping me evaluate myself.

But in this particular case with this particular girl, there was a better choice.

And it was Choi Bomin. He was kicked back in a chair, reading over a script from a web-drama he was gonna be starring in, his brows furrowed with concentration.

"Hey, Bomin?" I said. I was annoyed (yet also giddy) over the way my voice quivered with anxiousness. It'd been forever since I'd liked liked someone, and I was excited to get it off my chest.

In true Bomin fashion, he made eye contact for a short moment before looking back down at his script. "What's up?" he asked, a small smile resting on his lips to show that he was ready and willing to listen.

A nervous chuckled slipped out of my mouth. "I think I've got a crush on someone," I finally said, trying to keep my grin at bay.

His eyes immediately ripped away from the pages, a mixture of 'wow! I'm so happy for you!' and 'are we even allowed to do that?' written across his face. "You do?" he asked. "That's..." He thought for a moment before he couldn't hide his smile anymore.

He was trying to be all straight-up and objective, but I could tell he was getting swept up in the real-life love story, seemingly stolen straight from the pages of his script.

"Awesome," he settled on. "It's awesome. I'm happy for you!" He set the stack of papers off to the side, sitting up properly and giving me his full attention. "So, who's the lucky girl? Do I know her?"

Just thinking about it made me smile, while also simultaneously making me feel like I was gonna throw up. "Yeah, you know her pretty well," I chuckled. His eyes were burning with curiosity. "It's (Y/N)."

I'll never forget the look on his face when I said that. The absolute betrayal.

The joy I'd felt just moments ago vanished, my heart dropping to the pit of my stomach. That's when I realized it.

He liked her, too.

For you to truly understand the significance of that moment, we're gonna have to go back by about 5 years.

Or is it 6?

I don't really remember. Honestly, I didn't even realize (Y/N) and I had become such good friends until I noticed, "Wow, I sure do spend a lot of time with you."

All the guys liked her and enjoyed her company, but none of 'em were as close to her as Bomin and I.

Now, just to clarify, I was friends with her first. It probably doesn't matter to most of you, but it matters to me. I'm proud of it.

I found a best friend that would stay by my side and support me until I die—and all before I turned 30! To me, that's an accomplishment.

We met at a pretty difficult time in my life. Well, in both of our lives actually. I'd been training for a long time, and my debut at that time was... How should I put it?

Uncertain.

I was scared. Like, really scared. And angry.

Maybe that's selfish to say when others had been training way longer than I had, but hey. I'm human. I can't help it.

People told me I was doing well and to hang in just a little longer, yet I had nothing to show for it. Lots of thoughts were running through my head at that point.

Is this what I'm supposed to do with my life? Just wait? It felt like a waste.

So, yeah. At that point, my mental health had taken a nosedive, and my physical health was following right after it. I was getting nosebleeds while practicing, I could barely hold down anything I ate, the mood swings were insane, and life was pretty much just kicking me in the ass.

I remember ditching practice one day 'cause I was just so tired of everything. I felt like if I didn't get outta there, I would either cry or punch someone.

I hopped on a bus from Mapo-gu to the Han River, but I don't remember anything about the commute.

In my eyes, the world was foggy and grey. I didn't see buildings and people passing by—just silhouettes; vaguely familiar shapes and blobs of faded color.

I couldn't even bring myself to try and decipher them.

Once I got to my stop, I wandered around the park for hours and hours until dusk had fallen and my feet were rubbed red with blisters.

As the sky started changing from purple to dark blue, I'd found myself a nice spot near the water where I could just sit in the grass, watching the boats pass by as the city-scape flickered to life.

The grass was dewy and I could tell my butt was gonna get wet, but I didn't care.

I'd been there for a whole two minutes before someone poked me harshly in my bony shoulder.

I'll give you a minute to guess who that was.

If you said '(Y/N)', ding ding ding! You win the grand prize.

That first time I met her, she wasn't smiling. In fact, she was glaring at me in a pretty threatening way, but whatever.

"You're in my spot," she'd said, voice dry, monotone and unamused.

I raised a brow. "Do you own the park?"

"No."

I turned away from her, folding my knees to my chest and resting my chin on them. "Then it's not yours," I said.

Usually, I wouldn't be so rude to a perfect stranger, but she started it. I was already in a bad mood—who was this chick to show up and make me feel worse?

My resolve to ignore her died down as soon as I heard her sniffling. It sent a pang of guilt running through my chest, but it also made my blood boil.

"Fine, take your damn seat," I groaned, scooting over a bit. "If you think I'm moving any farther though, you're dead wrong," I huffed grumpily, refusing to look at her. I didn't even look out at the water—just glared at a few innocent blades of grass.

A chilly breeze blew in that moment, making the grass shiver under my harsh gaze. The timing was almost comical.

I heard her plop down next to me, still sniffling a little. "Thanks..." she said hesitantly, dabbing her nose with her sleeve. "I'm sorry I made you move." She took a deep breath, chuckling at herself. "Honestly, I can be such an ass when I'm..." her voice trailed off.

Without really noticing it, I'd found myself listening to her. I turned my head a little. I still wasn't looking at her, per se, but now we were looking in the same direction.

"When you're what?" I asked, my voice considerably more gentle than before.

She sighed through her nose. Out of my peripherals, I saw her fold into the same position as me. "When I'm in state of not being okay, I guess," she said.

I laughed ironically. I could relate to that.

"How 'bout you?" she asked. "No offense, but you're not looking too hot. Somethin' going on?"

I finally looked at her, only to find she was already looking at me. "Even if there is something going on," I started, "what's the point in telling you? We're never gonna see each other again anyway."

"Now you see, that's the beauty of it," she said. "We're strangers who will never see each other again and have no emotional attachment to each other. Therefore, no matter how much baggage we unload onto each other, it won't drag us down."

She shrugged. "I guess what I'm sayin' is... We could be honest with each other and it's no harm, no foul."

I didn't say anything for about a minute, just letting the words ruminate in my head.

"That's only if you want to, though," she said, breaking the silence I didn't realize I'd let drag on for so long. "I just figured... If you're anything like me, you wouldn't have come here if you had someone to talk to."

And she was right. I didn't have anyone to talk to at that point.

So on that Thursday evening, I swallowed my pride and spilled my deepest inner thoughts to this random stranger—and she did the same to me.

We cried a lot, laughed like psychopaths, raged and yelled, ripped up fistfuls of grass—it was a rollercoaster.

But y'know what?

We both felt refreshed afterwards. And we thought, "Great! That's the end of it and now we can part ways and forget this ever happened."

But the universe had different plans for us.

I know South Korea isn't huge, but I thought it was at least big enough for acquaintances not to run into each other every other moment.

I started seeing her on the bus, at the cafe near the agency, that random hole-in-the-wall bakery that I thought no one else knew about.

It was almost creepy, and if I thought of myself a little more self-importantly, I might've thought she was stalking me.

Then it occurred to me.

Maybe she'd always been there, living her everyday life, and I just hadn't noticed her before. Maybe this was her everyday, and I was just passing through it every once in a while.

Despite having said we'd never speak to each other again, we exchanged the basic pleasantries whenever we bumped into each other. No pressure or expectations, just a random, "Oh! Mean Han River chick!" or "Oh! Depressed trainee boy."

Her sense of humor meshed with mine—in a weird, unexpected sort of way, and we quickly became the simplest way of relieving each other's stress.

We didn't try. And honestly, most of the time, it was just an accident. We'd always just happen to find each other when we needed to talk, like fate.

If you believe in that kinda stuff, I mean.

So there you have it! That's how a stranger became my best friend. And then, as time went on, my crush.

And, well... My other friend's crush.

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iwillgiveyoumyhappiness · 3 years

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

(Y/N)

With a huff, I lugged another box up the metal staircase, trying my best to keep my balance. It wasn't particularly heavy, just precarious.

I was moving out of my small apartment smackdab in the middle of Seoul to a slightly less small (yet significantly cheaper) apartment on the outskirts of it.

I'd be farther away from my work and my friends, but they graciously assured me that they wouldn't ditch me, and my wallet was thanking me big time, so I guess it's not so bad.

It did weigh on me that I wouldn't be able to hang out with Joochan and Bomin as much as I usually did, but if I was being completely honest... It'd been months since I'd seen them in person anyway.

Life had gotten busy for them, and for me too. I was just grateful for the fact that we weren't the type of friends to let distance make us lose touch.

In fact, we'd started texting each other more now than ever before. Probably 'cause we missed each other.

After getting to the top of the steps (thank you, third floor), I fumbled with the keys in my pocket, propping my box of knickknacks on my hip.

As soon as I opened the door, I was met with the unpleasant scent of dried cat urine, but after some clean up and an hour or two of open windows, I hoped that'd go away.

That doesn't mean I didn't gag, though. How did the previous owner live in this pigsty?

I shook my head, forcing the thought away. "You're living here from now on," I mumbled to myself. "Time to man up and get your hands dirty."

I took a deep breath, letting myself take the first official step through my doorway. The space was dinky and quite literally smelled like piss, but it was mine, and that made me proud.

I took a quick look around. The chipped walls begged for a paint job, but the hardwood floors were solid, and all the natural light that steamed in through the windows was a plus. Bonus of living on the very edge of the building, I guess. You get all the windows to yourself, except on the left side.

As I went on with my journey of lugging boxes up three flights of stairs, I quickly realized two things.

1. This is gonna take forever. Going one box at a time is not beneficial.

2. Mattress? Not happenin'. Not on my own at least.

I sighed, plopping down on a box of clothes that'd been painstakingly duct-taped closed, trying it's very best not to burst at the seams. I dabbed the sweat on my forehead with my sleeve.

As if my fingers had a mind of their own, they dug my phone out of my back pocket, pulling up a group chat of unimaginable lengths.

I don't think I'd ever be able to scroll to the top, even if I tried. Of course, I'd never be bored on the journey either. The three of us together? Our sense of humor was immaculate.

Now, on the one hand... I don't need them. I'm perfectly capable of bringing up the last few boxes, and as far as the mattress goes, I could use it as a bonding experience with my new neighbors.

On the other hand... That would include talking to strangers. I.e—people I don't know. I.e—a perfect way to ignite my social anxiety and ruin my evening.

"Don't you dare call them," it scolded me. "They have enough on their plate as is—they don't need your goddamn baggage on top of that."

I tapped my foot nervously. "Just call 'em over," I muttered, rubbing the back of my neck.

I could've sworn a little devil version of myself popping up on my left shoulder, an amalgamation of all my negative thoughts and pessimism.

I gasped, furrowing my brows. "Whoa! Language!" I huffed. "Can you chill?"

One may think that it's strange to have a conversation with yourself... And it is. It definitely is, but nevertheless, it helps me work out my issues.

Rule is: don't knock it till you try it.

Another voice edged its way into the conversation. "They'd never be upset with you for asking, y'know."

Ah, finally! My optimism and positive outlook! I was wondering where that had run off to.

"They're nice people, and asking them to help out would make them feel useful," it mentioned. Well... I mentioned. "Besides, they're your friends! They'd be happy to hear from you."

The positive and negative voices went back and forth for a few minutes, stating their cases and trying their best to encourage and deter me in turn.

In the end, I just threw my hands up, giving them a polite invitation to shut up. I looked down at my phone. "Eh, screw it," I muttered, tapping the 'compose text' bar with a vengeance.

(Y/N): Hey, guys! It's movin' day for me.

(Y/N): You're totally not obligated, but are either of you free to help me move in? I know it's kinda short notice.

I waited around for maybe four minutes, tapping my foot along to the rhythm of a wall clock that the previous renters had left behind.

My phone buzzed with one notification, quickly followed by two others.

Joochan: Just my luck, ain't it?

Joochan: I have practice today :/

Bomin: Sorry, (Y/N) :( I'm filming today. I'm on sight right now, actually.

I nodded, a little bit disappointed, but I understood their situation well enough. Daeyeol was probably glaring at Joochan, and Bomin was probably getting chewed out by his director for being on his phone.

Just as I started typing out a general 'it's okay, don't worry about it', two messages popped up almost simultaneously.

Though the wording differed slightly between them, the basic summary was, "I'll come over after work."

Unbeknownst to myself, I smiled down at the screen. 'Knew I could count on you!' I typed out, slapping a cursory emoji on the end.

Note to self for future endeavors: Microwaves are actually pretty damn heavy.

Luckily, I'd had enough forethought to leave the door unlatched, allowing me to easily bump it open with my hip.

An unflattering yelp, three ungraceful one-footed hops and the unfortunate toppling-over of a small stack of boxes later, mission Save The Expensive Electronic ™ was a success.

But of course, that was just enough to throw me off balance. Maybe it's just the poor middle-class citizen in me talking, but the main concern wasn't my own safety—it was the microwave's.

While the messy pile of books on the floor was a shame, it was worth it to save a couple hundred bucks. After storing away the microwave in my new really-only-fit-for-a-midget kitchen, I let out a heavy sigh.

"What a mess..." I huffed out, looking disapprovingly at all the books strewn about the floor from one of the fallen boxes. At least there was nothing breakable inside.

One-by-one (with a slight desire for revenge), I started repacking the books as violently as possible. How dare they betray me like this?

I still had quite a lot of children's books, I realized. Poetry and self-help books were nice and all, but they'd never beat the childish wonder of a fantasy novel, or the nostalgic beauty of a Winnie The Pooh-esque storybook.

Gosh, I could hear the guys teasing me now—acting like I haven't seen them sobbing over Pixar movies before. They act tough now, but they don't realize I have proof.

That blackmail folder will come in handy one day, mark my words.

I spotted another book out of my peripherals. It'd slid across the floor and under the heater, leaving me to fish it out from the leftover dust bunnies.

I wiped it off with a slight shudder, because while the book was mine, the dirt was not, and that's gross.

It was a photo album with little flowers and sunshines doodled across the cover in silver and gold glitter-glue. The spine was hand-bound with multicolored yarn, slightly tattered in spots. It wasn't the prettiest thing ever, but the effort put into it was obvious.

"Choi Bomin, you goofball," I giggled to myself. He'd given it to me last year on my birthday, along with a shy blush, a refusal to accept any teasing from his members, and a heartfelt letter that I seriously considered getting framed. "Outta sight, outta mind, huh?"

After years of friendship, Bomin had gathered together all the pictures we'd taken together—and I do mean all of them. Including the blurry ones, the ugly ones, and the ones I didn't even know existed.

I found myself flipping open to the first page, back against the wall. I couldn't help but giggle at the first picture—an awkward selfie from the first time I'd ever met Joochan's members.

I was sitting at the far left side of the practice room, Joochan's arm slung around my shoulders and a tight, mildly uncomfortable smile on my face.

Bomin was on the far right side, his eyes trained on me and Joochan, ignoring the camera held by a sweaty, grinning Seungmin.

My heart ached a little seeing Jaeseok tangled up in the middle between Jaehyun and Daeyeol. I'd never gotten particularly close to him, but he was kind. He'd been good to me all the way up until his health worsened and he'd been forced to leave the group.

It was a cute scene—everyone posing weirdly (namely Jangjun), trying to make me feel more comfortable. I remembered it like it was yesterday. Sometimes, it still felt like it was.

I'd never seen him dance in person before, and I had nothing better to do, so I thought—why not? It might be fun. Little did I know, he'd left out some important details.

Joochan had scammed me, 100%. He'd invited me over to the practice room, excitedly screeching into the phone that his debut date had finally been confirmed.

"Come over right now," he'd said. "It's nowhere near done or pretty, but I wanna show you the choreo."

10 of 'em, to be exact.

"You didn't tell me I'd be meeting your members, Joochan," I'd hissed at him under my breath after arriving to a room full of sweaty dudes.

"'Cause I knew you wouldn't have come," he chuckled, a tired grin on his face.

I rolled my eyes. "Damn right, I wouldn't have. It's so awkward!" I groaned, running a hand through my hair. "I don't know these people, Joo."

"And you never will if you never talk to them," he argued, urging me forward with a light push on the back. "Now stop being such a wuss and say hi!"

I sucked in an anxious breath. He had a point, but still... It was hard. I wasn't the kind of person that could easily slide into a conversation without feeling uncomfortable.

Maybe that was part of growing up, though. I'd always thought that maybe I was a little immature. Or at the very least—emotionally underdeveloped.

Maybe Joochan was right, and getting out of my comfort zone was the only way for me to improve myself.

Didn't make it any easier, though.

Strangely enough though, I didn't have to try at all. Before I knew it, there was a skinny boy with floppy black hair and a pretty nose standing in front of me, messing with the hem of his white tee-shirt. He looked shy.

"Hi," he stuttered out, bowing a little. "My name's Bomin. Are you Joochan's friend? He talks about you a lot." He cleared his throat, giving Joochan a look. "Like... all the time."

Joochan clicked his tongue. "It's not that much," he insisted. Still, he was smiling. "I must admit though, I'm impressed." He bumped my shoulder a bit. "Bomin actually said hi to you. He's usually pretty shy with strangers. Took him forever to warm up to me."

"Who says I've warmed up to you?" the boy joked. He met my eyes briefly. "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable."

Up until that point, all I'd done was blink. This random boy who was just as nervous as I was (if not more so) had managed to calm my nerves in less than minute.

I shook my head. "Nah, don't worry about it!" I said. "You didn't make me uncomfortable at all. In fact, I feel much better since you talked to me first." I felt myself crack a smile. "You see, this loser dragged me here under false pretenses."

The boy, Bomin, smiled too—albeit a bit awkward and sheepish. "That sounds like something he'd do."

Joochan gasped. "Hey!"

I was forever grateful to Bomin for that day.

I would've dug my feet in eventually, and Joochan would've helped me, but it sure did go a lot quicker having someone approach me first.

I giggled to myself, staring fondly at the picture before me. It was hard for me to recall the times when I wasn't close to him.

Yet here it was—photographic evidence right in front of me.

I flipped through the book, appreciating the way Bomin and I started sitting closer together as each of the seasons passed. It took a while to get close to him (emotionally and physically), but it was worth it.

I quirked a brow once I got closer to the end of the album. "Do we not have any pictures of just the two of us?" I wondered aloud.

As if the universe had set out to answer my question, on the very last page, there was a picture of me and Bomin—him giving me a piggyback ride after I'd sprained my ankle like an idiot.

I had this pained smile on my face while Bomin looked like he was having the time of his life, doe eyes rounded into crescent moons, wrinkles in the corners. I could hear his laugh through the photo.

I was torn from my thoughts by a knock on the door. It was half open, giving me a clear view into the twilight that'd overtaken the sky. Nostalgia had really taken me on a trip.

"Come in!" I called, already able to tell who it was through the crack in the door. "Took ya long enough," I chuckled.

Joochan rolled his eyes playfully as he stepped inside, shutting the door behind him. "You're lucky I came at all," he said. "I'm so tired—I thought about bailing."

I knew better than that. "Sure you did."

He took a look around the place. "Wow," he said. "This place is dump."

"For now," I said. "You're gonna help me clean it up."

"Of course I am," he sighed. His eyes turned curious. "What's that?" he asked, gesturing to the book in my lap. He slid down the wall, sitting next to me as if it were the most natural thing.

I passed the album to him. Joochan being there felt very natural to me as well. "Take a look for yourself."

He flipped to a random page, immediately erupting in giggles. "We're so tiny!"

I rolled my eyes. "That's from two years ago—we're not that tiny."

"No, dude," I sighed exasperatedly, sweat beading on my brow. "Angle it to the left!" I shouted around the side of mattress.

"Which left?" he asked. "Yours or mine?"

"It's the same left, you idiot!" With a final violent shove, we managed to push it through the doorway, both heaving a relieved sigh. "The hairdye isn't doing you any favors," I joked. "It's affecting your directional abilities."

We laid the mattress flat, smackdab in the middle of the floor, a puff of unswept dirt exploding outwards in a wave.

"Yeah, well maybe if you were better at explaining, I woulda done better," he complained. Despite his sassy tone, the smile on his face gave away the fact that he wasn't actually frustrated. "Women," he huffed.

I scoffed. "Excuse me, but men are way more difficult then women," I argued, flopping onto the mattress with a slight bounce. I patted the spot next to me. He joined me without protest.

"I'm sorry, but what planet are you living on?" he laughed, folding his arms behind his neck. "Since when are men more complicated than women?"

"Since always!" I said. "You talk about how manly and secure you are, but"—I lifted a hand, counting on my fingers—"you never share your inner feelings, you're dense as hell, most of you suffer from toxic masculinity, and you always think you need to wear the pants in the relationship and be 'the big man'."

He pouted, side-eyeing me sulkily. "I'm not like that," he muttered.

I chuckled, dropping my hand back down to my side. "Yeah, I guess you're not."

"I share my feelings with you, I like cute stuff, I hug my bros, and I rely on you when I know I'm not doing well," he said. "That refutes everything you just said."

I snorted. "Okay, I get it! Why do you feel the need to defend yourself?"

"I'm just sayin'." He propped himself up on his elbows, pointing to himself for emphasis. "I'd be an amazing boyfriend!"

"I never said you wouldn't, Joo." I looked at him, narrowing my eyes. "Did you fight with your imaginary girlfriend or something? You're acting weird."

"Shut up," he huffed, flopping back down onto his back. "I'm just saying, I don't think I'm the worst option when it comes to having a mature relationship."

I playfully rolled my eyes at his antics. "I'm not sure about the 'mature' part of that sentence, but yeah. You're not the worst guy out there," I agreed.

"Exactly! Like, I'm loyal!"

I nodded. "Mhm."

"I'm reasonably handsome!"

"Totally."

"I would absolutely spoil my girl."

"Sure, sure."

"And I would just... kill to spend time with her." That sounded more sincere than his previous ramblings. I titled my head a little, examining his side profile that stared up at the ceiling.

"'Cause like... she'd be gorgeous," he continued. "And she'd be kind and funny, and she'd just get me, y'know? She'd be my best friend, no pressure, and I would adore her—"

I reached out, putting my hand over his. "Joo, stop," I said quietly. He met my eyes gingerly. "You're gonna meet a great girl, 'kay? And she's gonna love you as much as you love her. I know you have a lonely job, but you make so many people happy."

I gave him what I hoped was a comforting smile. "Someday, someone's gonna make you that happy."

He smiled at me, almost tenderly. "Y'know, you're a lot like my ideal girl," he whispered, the drowning sunlight peeking through the windows and highlighting his features.

I furrowed my brows. "Umm... Thanks," I said, not really knowing how to respond, the air turning weird and thick. "Random, but whatever—" My words were cut off, as well as my breath.

My brain could barely process the fact that my best friend just leaned in... and kissed me.

Kissed me with his chapped lips, his hair tickling my cheeks, his warm hands caressing my cheeks, and his scent filling my lungs.

It was gentle, but lingering.

I pulled myself out of my daze, pushing him off me and sitting up straight. "Dude, what the hell?" I half-shouted, wiping the kiss away as if someone would be able to see it.

His eyes widened, like he realized what he'd done. "I'm so sorry," he stuttered out. "I kinda just thought we were having a moment."

"No! We were not having 'a moment'!" My heart was beating like crazy. Sure, I'd had a crush on him back when we'd first met—it was nearly impossible not to—but I loved our friendship, and those feelings had died off a long time ago.

At least... I thought they did.

He ran his fingers through his hair, pulling at the roots and sighing deeply. At least he knows when he's screwed up. "I'm sorry," he said again, slightly less panicked. "I shouldn't have done that without asking you first."

I furrowed my brows. Shouldn't he say: 'I shouldn't have done that at all'? I opened my mouth to voice those very thoughts, but I was interrupted by a knock at the door.

My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach, like I'd been caught doing something wrong. Joochan didn't look much better, looking as caught off guard as I felt.

I stood up, clearing my throat and fixing my hair. I didn't have a good feeling about opening this door. Judging by his expression, getting sicker by the second, neither did Joochan.

I walked to the door, opening it with my best fake smile, hoping to dissuade anyone from thinking something just happened behind that slab of metal.

It didn't last long, though.

Any plans I had of keeping my cool went swan-diving out the window as soon as I saw Bomin standing there, drenched in sweat with a huge smile on his face, a bouquet of my favorite flowers in his hands.

The picture before me looked perfect for a confession—like something from a movie, or a romantic novel.

I swallowed hard.

Well, shit.

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