#soobfi

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"Get to the point," Yeonjun groans, curling back into the comfort of his couch. His tone is never this reluctant. As if you weren't friends for years, he acts to hide away his emotions. But you know him better. "Please," he finishes. If it weren't for the whine in his tone, you would've genuinely believed his anger.

"...Why are you angry?" The question is straightforward, as he had wanted. Even with his request, you can see him flinch. The way his eyelids move inwards in the slightest.

"You wouldn't get it, really." Yeonjun turns away from you like he's been burnt simply by facing in your direction.

It hurts.

You didn't think that a simple text could go so wrong. Not when Beomgyu and Sunoo let it leak that he may reciprocate feelings. Not when your friendship seemed stronger than this.

It hurts to ask further because now, you don't know if he cares. The way his eyes avoid your presence, and his overall cold tone. He called you here, to explain, to talk, yet acts like you purposefully burdened him. If you could go back; tell him no, that you're busy tonight. Tell him to talk it out when he's calm.

If you could go back, you would've never sent the message. It really, really shouldn't hurt this much.

Your mind trails back, trying to figure out what "it" is. What you're missing, and what's holding back Yeonjun from opening up like he always does.

After posting your text messages with Sunoo, he seemed to be down put, but he still called you "my love." Thinking about the nickname drives heat up to your face, but you force your thoughts to swat away from the matter.

So, when did it start? When he began thinking that the person filling your thoughts wasn't him?

"Then let me," you decide on, your eyes finally settling onto his. His cold stare had settled in the slightest, and you could finally let yourself relax in his presence. The faint smell of cologne and the light breeze the air conditioner omitted. The scene could be perfect.

"Just..." he pauses, and you can tell it's hard for him to finish. If you knew, you would help him. You would finish his sentence, and relish in the smile he would give upon you getting it correct. Or if it was wrong, he'd pinch your cheeks, shaking his head no and trying to finish. But it's not like that, and his thoughts are far from ones you can predict. "Why do you keep talking to me if it's not me that you want?"

Oh.

That you didn't expect.

"Says?" you counter, noticing how his eyebrows furrow.

"What d'you mean, 'says'? You've said it yourself! The boy who you love?" His tone gradually increases, and he continues to go on and list every time you've talked to him about this boy. About his sharp stare that settles to be soft on you, about his calloused fingertips, yet soft palm, about his cheshire smile that always brings you to be infected by it.

"It's always.. always about him, but then you act like you care for me. I-I can't let myself continue on believing that you'll ever see me in that way, when it'll always be-" Yeonjun stills, his eyebrows relaxing slightly.

"Hm?" you encourage him to continue, despite knowing how it could hurt him at first. You were far from aware this is how he felt. When Beomgyu and Sunoo said that he could reciprocate feelings, you thought it was love, not pain. You thought that his love only came in that form, and your eyelashes dampen in the slightest upon seeing how he's cracking.

It's you. You want to say.

It's always been you.

But you know you can't. Not when he's still hurting.

"It's always been the boy who saw you covered in i-ink..." he pauses, his eyes snapping up to you. "Who..." he begins, but you notice that his tone is far from hostile anymore.

Finally, you can let the knot on your chest free. In small strides, you slide next to him, cupping his tear-stained cheeks in your hands, rubbing away the tears with the pad of your thumb.

It hurts to love Yeonjun, to see him cry, but you don't regret a thing.

"It's you, 'Jun," you smile out, giggling out your words despite a tear falling on your own account. "I love you; always have..." you trail, connecting his wobbly lips to yours.

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