"You can stay at my place tonight," I suggested instead of going to hers because Sunmi, my girlfriend, had earlier today requested if we could watch a movie together and I didn't want to disappoint her with lack of attention and care. Whenever we had sleepovers — which happened often — we would be at Chungha's place since she had no roomate, so this would therefore be our first time having one at my place. Her and Sunmi weren't the bestest friends so I wasn't sure how this would go. They didn't hate each other; they just didn't click well together for some reason.

"Yay!" she giggled calmly into my ear, tightening her legs around my waist and her arms around my shoulders even more, making it a little difficult to breathe but it was fine because she seemed happy and that made me happy. It didn't seem to matter to her that we would stay at my place instead of hers, whether it was because she thought Sunmi wasn't there or because she was drunk I wasn't sure — but once again as long as she was smiling I was fine with whatever.

She was always such a cutie whenever she was drunk, always saying or doing weird stuff cutely, like making ugly faces [cutely because looking ugly is impossible for her] or singing songs in very high pitches to make me laugh. Only Chungha was this cute when she was drunk. Other people looked like they were done with everything when they were drunk. And then there were those people who were straight up obnoxious and too loud when they were drunk but let's not talk about them!

Before I could soften up even more at her hair and nose tickling me, the uber was here. For a microsecond Chungha pouted and then got off my back, but I didn't notice as I was too busy opening the door for her as the considerate friend I am. I followed suit into the car and as if on cue she put her head on my shoulder. It was natural to me; I was used to her affection at this point, but I wasn't aware of the thoughts roaming inside her head. She played with my fingers to distract herself. The silence left me thinking. What had happened today? Why did she get drunk? How could she look sad yet happy?

Thankfully I didn't live too far away from Lalisa's so we were soon at our destination. The driver stopped the car and we could finally get away from the cramped space and breathe fresh air. We were two blocks away from my place as I always gave uber drivers an address a bit away from my real one in case they were creeps; yes, I had trust issues. "Hop on!" I said and bent down so Chungha could climb onto my back again.

During the seven minutes trip of me walking with her on my back she held onto me not as people normally did to not fall down, but rather as if it were a backhug, nuzzling into me. She was talking about random things she had on her mind, like how she was craving a bag of flamin' hot cheetos (she was one of those spicy chicks) and how she liked the smell of my perfume. But sadly enough she wouldn't get any cheetos since the last package at home had been eaten by someone — whether it was by me or Sunmi was a mystery — to which she pouted.

When we finally were standing in front of my house I told her to get off my back as quietly as I could muster, as we were outside and it was late and I didn't want to wake any neighbours up because I was the golden neighbour and would want those fuckers to do the same back when I was in my priceless slumber. She complied and waited patiently for me to unlock and open the door. But before I even got to put the key into the hole the door opened and revealed Lee Sunmi in all her glory, waiting with a big smile resting on her tired-looking face.

"Finally you're here, ____!" she whisper-beamed (the door was still open) and hugged me closely — being alone and waiting for her girlfriend to give her some attention always made her extra affectionate and clingy.

But I wasn't alone as she'd wished.

"Oh, she's here," my girlfriend said, visibly less excited. To that Chungha could only roll her eyes, she too wished she wasn't there; that Sunmi was at her friend's place or on a vacation I hadn't mentioned to her — anywhere but here.

"Yup and she will stay tonight."

"Great," Sunmi's smile decreased, closing the door a little harder than necessary, trying not to sound like she's lying although everybody could sense she was. Chungha didn't react to that; after all, she wasn't too happy to see her either.

"I'm just gonna put her to bed and then we'll watch a movie like I promised, Babe!" I explained before my girlfriend even could mention a movie, and pulled Chungha with me to my room (after we'd taken off our shoes, of course, because we weren't American). Sunmi huffed in frustration, but she understood why I'd want my drunk best friend to sleep so she didn't say anything.

Chungha followed my lead to the room upstairs, right above the living room. I opened the door for her and she closed it after us, which was a little strange but she had been acting strange the whole night so I didn't question it too much. Normally when we had sleepovers I would jump onto the bed and she'd do the same, but now it was different because not only was she drunk, we were going to have a sleepover at my place and not hers; the same rules didn't apply here.

"Let's get you to sleep, Baby," I said with a tone a mother would use for her baby or a teenager would for a stranger's puppy, because that's what Chungha was to me. My baby, my puppy, my cute best friend.

"I don't want to sleep, ____," she said with a small pout after I gently tried pulling her down onto the bed beside me — which she refused. Laughing at her drunk state, I patted the spot beside me to tell her difficult ass she should lay down and sleep. With no hesitation she ignored my motion and instead sat comfortably on my thighs. It wasn't unusual for her to sit on my lap or hug me for a minute or two — I was used to all of that. But this time it was different. I could see in her eyes that her intentions weren't the same as they usually would to be.

"If you don't want to sleep what do you want to do?"

She didn't say anything. Instead she looked me in the eyes and began grinding lightly on me. In a way her eyes were asking me if it was OK for her to move like that. I didn't say anything. Instead I looked at her face and then her hips. What was happening? I always had something to say, so why were no words leaving my mouth? And most importantly: why didn't it feel bad when my best friend grinded on me? As she had gotten a silent OK from me she grabbed my hands and put them on her luscious waist.

Sunmi was in the living room doing who-knows-what and here I was casually laying on our bed with my best friend grinding on top of me. Technically, I wasn't cheating on her as we were in an open relationship so this was allowed. We didn't necessarily get jealous when the other had sex with someone else as we agreed that for now in our relationship we were free to experiment different things as long as we used protection when necessary. Plus, when we had threesomes they'd always be adventurous as we never had a clue what the third person liked or had or hadn't tried before. But the difference between having sex with a new person and your best friend is that, although you don't know what to expect from either, it's going to be more eye-opening with your best friend and it could most likely affect your friendship afterwards. I know that Sunmi was OK with me having sex with new people, but would that still apply if that new person was my best friend?

Chungha knew we were in an open relationship as I had on multiple occasions told her about fun experiences I'd had with different people, which is why she had the courage to do something like this, knowing I already was taken but not exclusively.

Finally I opened my mouth to say something, and with a tone deeper than before, which shocked her a bit. "If you're gonna ride me, pick one thigh and do it good." Soon she was on my right one [as she knew it was slightly thicker and muscular than the left one] and rolling her hips smoothly, seducing me more than I ever thought a best friend possibly could.

My thigh between beautifully sculpted ones was an appealing sight indeed. She grinded her clad pussy on my thigh with so much grace it was obvious she was a dancer — and a very experienced one at that. The way she moved her hips so alluringly, the way she circled her arms behind my neck and kept eye-contact with me, her aura — everything — was art. It was like a performance. Her breathy whimpers was the music and worked tremendously at impacting the audience, which was me.

"Touch me, ____." Never in my whole life had I ever gotten affected like this. How she moved so slowly to enjoy and remember every single thrust against my muscles was killing me. She didn't need to tell me twice, my hands travelled up and down her deliciously curved body instantaneously. Never in my whole life had I been with a power bottom...

...but I liked it.

Sunmi was always an obedient good girl — which I loved — and the open relationship was meant for us to experience different sensations sexually such as this one.

"You should speak nicer to me, Babygirl," I teased with a smirk and smacked her ass, to which she let a small, pitchy moan slip.

To tease me more she leaned to my ear and innocently whispered: "Sorry, Mommy."

I didn't know how to react. My best friend called me Mommy. What was I doing? I had always enjoyed taking care of her because I knew she had worries and didn't like talking about them with me and so knowing that I was caring for her when she needed it filled me with joy. Maybe that was why she was grinding on me? Maybe that was why I let her? Maybe that was why we fucking liked it?

She pulled off her blouse, revealing a black push-up bra that held her boobs up perfectly. It was her favorite bra. I knew that because she called it her "lucky bra" she wore on special occasions. Instead of wondering if fucking with me was her special occasion I admired the sight in front of me. She smiled a little. She was still a little shy as she'd never showed her boobs to me in a sexual context before. I could tell that she was feeling a little nervous all of a sudden at showing her body so I put my face between her boobs. That way she wouldn't have to see my face and overthink any small detail and misinterpret it as judgement or dissatisfaction. I placed wet kisses all over the space between them and up to her collarbones, making her giggle cutely at my affection.

After a few minutes of Chungha giggling and whimpering at the tickling feeling of my lips and tongue on her boobs (at least what wasn't covered), I broke away from her body and looked up at her to slowly slipp off one of the straps of the bra. The strap rolled down her arm and exposed her shoulder and part of her boob. "Can I?" I asked, referring to the other strap. She nodded profusely, like she had wanted this all night or a little longer, and muttered a small "yes". Once again I pulled it off slowly as to tease her, seduce her.

And so both straps were resting on her forearms, shoulders naked, collarbones defined. Looking up at her face, I searched for any sign of uncertainty, but there weren't any; she was sure she wanted me to do this. My hand moved from her waist up her back until it felt the bra's fabric. Click! The bra dropped and revealed her plump boobs. She smirked smugly at my reaction and threw the pointless bra away confidently. "Wanna taste?"

I didn't answer, I just started sucking on her nipple as if my life depended on it, giving the other attention by pinching it lightly between my index finger and thumb. Gasping, she tugged a hand into my hair so she could have a grip somewhere to feel like she was at least somewhat in control. But she wasn't. My tongue swirling and my lips sucking on her sensitive nipple sure proved me right. The way she needed to pull my hair back to loosen a little of my power over her as she was panting showed how she was crippling on the inside. During this whole time she was looking at me going at it, having dreamt of seeing me do it to her for too long. I released her boob with a pop sound. The nipple was red and needy, and so was the other — even more so than the one I'd been sucking; I was always better with my fingers.

"Choke me," she said after regaining her breathing.

"Want my fingers around your neck?"

"Yes, please."

"Want my fingers inside you?"

"Yes, p-please."

"Do you think you deserve it, Babygirl."

The front door opened, making both of us turn our heads to the opening, and there she stood, Lee Sunmi, in all her glory.

"Did someone say Babygirl?" she asked and closed the door behind her.

"Don't tell me you're fucking her and not me," she whined with a needy pout, "I've waited for you for hours. The least you can do is invite me, y'know."

She never whined [in a non-sexual way] or complained because she was my good girl but she was now filled with tiredness and deprived of attention and that changed her behavior. I looked back at Chungha, noticing immediately that she was a little annoyed. Bingo!

"Babygirl, if you want to prove to me that you deserve my fingers I have a little mission for you," I said, intriguing her interest.

"You're going to make me cum with your pretty mouth whilst I prepare Sunmi for my strap. Then when I fuck her I want you to watch and handle it without touching yourself, understood?"

"Yes," Chungha said confidently; she'd never had any complaints about her tongue before and she'd do anything for my fingers tonight. I smiled and tucked some hair behind her ear.

Turning my attention to the attention deprived girlfriend by the door, my smile turned into a smirk. "Princess. There. Now," I pointed towards the floor in front of the bed, to which Sunmi obeyed in a second as she was a good girl. I knew she always listened to me, so I felt satisfied. However, there was something about that little naughtiness of Chungha's that intrigued me.

"Good. Now take off your clothes for me." Fuck yes. Sunmi didn't know how to feel about her girlfriend with her best friend in bed — she would've preferred for me to be with someone other than Chungha as she was a threat since we'd known each other for much longer than Sunmi and I. She was tired and a little jealous (I had spent all night with Chungha!), so it only flicked a new side of her. Teasingly, she stood up on her feet and slipped off her tank top in what seemed like slow motion. She took off her shorts even slower and smirked at me. This wasn't like her usual. Was she trying to be...naughty?

"What do you want now?" she asked, not with that sweet tone she always used, but with a rude tone that made me want to punish her for the first time.

✦ ੈ ✦ ‧₊˚ * ੈ ✦‧₊˚＊* ੈ ✦ ‧₊˚ * ੈ ✦‧₊˚＊* ✦ ੈ ✦

❝ 다가와 내게 이 순간 Stay tonight, stay tonight, stay By my side Stay tonight, stay tonight, stay

이 밤 향기에 또 취하고 멈추지 않아도 돼 sta-a-a-ay 더는 움직일 수 없도록 깊숙이 스며들어 Stay with me, ooh

Tonight, stay tonight Tell me what you wanna do Run away or stay toni-ah-tonight ❞

( Come to me in this moment Stay tonight, stay tonight Stay by my side Stay tonight, stay tonight, stay

Get drunk on the scent again tonight You don't have to stop, sta-a-a-ay Slip in deeply Until you can't move anymore Stay with me, ooh

Tonight, stay tonight Tell me what you wanna do Run away or stay toni-ah-tonight )

BabyKura

[ive been thinking lately and i think we need a break ___]

My gf🤠💦

[You're not going to tell me why?]

Seen 10:17

You asked her the first thing that came to your mind.

She couldn't possibly just expect you to be OK with having a break without a reason, right?

After an hour you accepted the fact that she had left you on read and that she wasn't going to reply anytime soon.

Maybe it was because she called you ___.

She never called her by your name.

Only your friends called you that.

She was supposed to call you weird or cheesy pet names and nothing else!

Maybe it was because you had noticed that she'd gotten distant.

But that didn't matter, because she left you with no answers.

She left you with a headache.

She left you with your bad thoughts and theories.

Damn you, Sakura.

It was very human-like of you to be in a bad mood.

Only a robot would feel nothing in this situation.

The day couldn't get any worse. You were going to make sure of it! Your mood may have been bad, but you weren't going to let anyone else get affected by it. Lashing out on innocent people because you don't feel good on the inside is something you hated doing.

Today you were going to hang out with your best friend, Somi, at a nice secluded area by the nearest river. You had planned out a picnic with the classic blanket and basket consisting of your favorite foods and snacks that were small enough to actually fit into the small ass (but cute) basket. For a whole week you hadn't met up and you both missed each other and wanted to make up for the days you had spent apart so of course you went for the nice, cliché picnic hang out session.

But no.

You weren't going to meet her and ruin her parade with the rain cloud that was following you around wherever you went since the morning.

No, you weren't going to let the first time you meet in such a long time be ruined by the sad but somewhat expected news you got this ugly morning.

언니 ❤️

[I can't hang out today, sorry]

Princess Somi

[why not?☹️]

언니 ❤️

[I'm not feeling too well]

Princess Somi

[it's ok i'll get some soup for u😊]

언니 ❤️

[No, you don't need to, I don't want you to get sick!]

Princess Somi

[but ive missed u sm☹️]

언니 ❤️

[We'll meet another day I promise to make up for this!]

And so you put the phone gently on the table (lol) to lay on the sofa and binge watch some random show. You made sure to turn your phone off first since you knew you'd cut Sakura some slack in case you read any persuasive text from her — she's good with words and making you feel loved.

Whilst you were looking through all the lists Netflix had created for you, which were filled with movies and series you either had already seen or weren't interested in, Somi was still expectantly waiting for her screen to go bright.

She must be joking, she thought.

Excitement had filled her body from the moment she opened her eyes this morning. You hadn't hung out for a whole week and she had missed you. Spending time with you was one of her favorite hobbies!

Needless to say, she liked you a little more than a best friend should and that was a bit of a problem.

For so long she'd known that it was a bad idea to like you. You didn't like her in the same way, and you even had a girlfriend for pete's sake — and a really pretty one at that! But no matter how many red flags there were, she still wanted to spend every day with you. She wanted to be the only one you called Princess. She wanted to be the main person you spent your time on. She wanted your attention to be on her. She didn't want a week to go by without being with you.

Wondering why you called Somi Princess when you already were in a relationship?

Well, Princess had been Somi’s nickname before you even met Sakura (yes, you'd known Somi longer than you'd known Sakura, yet you still found yourself in a relationship with gher). And though your girlfriend never liked it, you had convinced her it was just a friendly pet name.

Because it was.

To you.

To Somi it the closest she'd ever feel to being your girlfriend.

But you started using that pet name less ever since Sakura came around and ruined everything more than it already was ruined.

She loathed Sakura.

Sakura was always the reason why you couldn't hang out with your bestfriend for too long, why you couldn't call him Princess on certain occasions and why you couldn't look at her as a potential girlfriend.

Sakura was an attention thief.

Not really.

But it felt like it.

Somi was jealous of everything Sakura had with you.

Because your girlfriend obviously was a threat, Somi felt like she needed even more validation than before (which was already a lot). She needed your attention. If you ignored her she'd think it was your way of telling her that you had left her completely for Sakura.

Ridiculous!

She shouldn't feel like you owe attention to her.

Again, your friendly (fucking) friendship was the closest thing Somi had to being together with you in the way she really wanted, thus she valued it a lot. Not having you as her girlfriend was hurtful enough, but not having you as even her friend would break her.

Like normal, she needed your validation.

Unlike normal, she wasn't getting it.

You weren't validating your time together, nor your friendship — or at least it felt like it.

Emotional Somi’s smile dropped and so did her excitement for the day.

Was this the end?

She knew that spending one week without each other would lead to more time for you to spend with your damn girlfriend but she didn't know it would lead to the end of your friendship.

No way she'd bail on our plans.

Princess Somi

[can i pls come over? the food will b bad tmw and i dont want it to go to waste😬]

Princess Somi

[idc if i get sick or not bc i still wanna hang out w u]

Princess Somi

[pls 언니]

Sent 11:33

You had ignored her only once before and it was a horrible experience.

The way you ignored her (on accident) was so painful that she had to leave the gathering that she had looked forward to for so long, confusing the others, to go and lock herself in a bathroom so she could cry without bothering anyone. You'd gone right after him since you knew it wasn't very Somi-like to leave a fun time for no reason. After you had knocked and reassured her you were her best friend and not someone there to make fun of her, she let you in.

The sight you were met by was her crumbling figure on the floor and overflowing tears on her cheeks.

She had thought that you wanted nothing to do with her.

Stupid you didn't see the obvious sign.

It was because of the fact that you hadn't paid any attention to her that Somi'd gotten the idea that you had grown bored of her or that you wanted to leave her for Sakura (but she didn't tell you the latter part, of course).

How much your lack of attention and affection for her had affected her was scary.

And a fucking sign, you idiot.

Ever since that incident you'd made sure to always remind her of how much you valued your friendship.

Except for today.

She thought she had made it clear enough to you that you never ever should ignore her unless you really meant it. Unless you really wanted them to part ways.

Therefore she thought that you wanted to go from the bestest friends to cold acquaintances.

Some people might think it's crazy to be this attached to a best friend but you weren't just her best friend. You were her love and happiness.

Without you she didn't have either.

Five minutes passed since she triple texted you and she still had no reply.

Slowly she felt how her tummy was turning into knots and how her eyes started stinging.

Princess Somi

[ur making me worried]

Princess Somi

[hey!!]

Princess Somi

[r u ignoring me?☹️]

Princess Somi

[unless u have corona, meet me by the river at 7 if u care abt me. i need to talk to u abt smth important]

Sent 12:00

If you didn't show up then she knew for sure that you had left her behind forever. If you did show up then she'd confess to you. So spontaneous. She couldn't keep her feelings inside for another year because it wasn't healthy and she knew it. She knew she would have to tell you about her feelings sooner or later. And after being without you for a whole ass week and after experiencing the cruel punishment that is being ignored and even thinking you broke your dear friendship off, she knew the time had come for her to confess.

Whilst she was anxiously thinking through why she made such a bold move and possibly ruined any future she had with you, the girl she loved was casually being lazy and stuffing her face in pillows in front of a TV.

two seasons of random show later...

Tossed between blankets and an overflow of pillows, you roared like a lion. You hadn't eaten anything yet. Maybe it was time to do something other than numbing your feelings with Netflix and the drinks (soda if you're underage) you had at home?

As you stood up you felt heavy. You had moved maximum 50 meters in the past few hours — to go to the bathroom and back to the living room — and it had taken a toll on your body physically.

Fuck.

You sat back down on your sofa and brought your phone to view after hours without it.

[6 new messages from Princess Somi]

Fuck.

The last message was sent so long ago.

You looked at your windows. It was dark outside.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

As fast as you physically could, you put on a pair of shoes and a jacket with your aching limbs.

In just a few minutes you were behind the steering wheel and driving as fast as you were legally allowed to. Because of the quarantine the roads were almost empty and that made it thankfully more convenient for you to get by.

The whole ride to the river was filled with you thoughts putting you down. Your favorite person in the world was emotional and you knew it. You hurt her. You let her down. You were supposed to not let your bad mood affect anybody around you. But who were you kidding? Of course something had to go wrong with an idea you constructed and analyzed for four microseconds.

Before you knew it you had arrived to the destination.

But to your fear, the parking lot was empty.

Fucking empty.

You didn't even feel the pain in your legs anymore, the pain in your heart had taken over any feelings you had before.

Were you too late?

Had she gone?

It wouldn't be shocking, it was past midnight after all.

You were naive enough to think that isolating yourself from your bestfriend [who didn't have corona] and your phone would help solving your problems, so you were certainly naive enough to go and check if Somi was still at your meeting place although there was no trace of her here.

Every step towards the place you were supposed to meet at hours ago was tough.

What if she wasn't there?

What if she was there?

On a bench by the water that was shimmering from the moonlight was a thin, tall silhouette. Your eyes widened. Could it be...?

Sniffles.

That's the sound that came from their direction.

You walked closer and could make out the lines of a figure that was all too familiar.

"Princess?"

The silhouette turned around and though it was dark you could see that it in fact was her. You quickly sat down beside her and noticed that a couple of notebooks were scattered on the ground next to a bike.

So that's how she got here.

After another particularly loud sniffle you turned your attention back to her. The light of the moon was illuminating her figure but exposed the redness and tears on her face. For hours she'd been outside and her face was still wet with tears.

"Why are you still out at this hour?"

She choked on her tears and rested her face in her hands, "Because I'm a fool."

"No, you're not a—"

"Why are you here?" she interrupted you.

Touché.

"You told me to meet you if I care about you."

"You weren't here at seven, so you already proved that you don't care about me," she hurried out before her voice could crack.

"If I didn't care about you I wouldn't show up at all," you spoke with a soft tone. The last thing you wanted was to be harsh, especially since you were the reason your bestfriend was upset.

"Why did you do this to me, 언니?" she asked and looked you in the eyes as if she'd find any answers inside them.

"I promise I didn't do it on purpose. I would never hurt you on purpose," you took her hands into yours, oblivious to what the simple gesture did to Somi on the inside.

Her hands were so cold it was shocking that she was shaking because of her crying and not because of the ice-like coldness. That's what happens when you're out for hours when there's no sun — or person — to keep you warm.

"I saw the messages 20 minutes ago and got here immediately. I would never purposely ignore you, Princess."

You made sure to use her nickname in almost every sentence you spoke, silently telling her that you don't want to fight. Slowly you brought her hands to your lips and kissed them lightly, five kisses on each hand for every finger. She looked at your lovely action and felt how her tears were slowing down. The kisses didn't make her warm — maybe for a second — but at least they made her feel somewhat better inside.

"I'm so, so sorry you had to be here in the cold," you apologized and kept her hands in yours as an attempt to warm them.

One part of Somi wanted to continue being mad and make you feel bad for the hurt you'd caused he, but the bigger part wanted you to hold her in your arms. She loved you and couldn't stay mad at you for long even if she tried.

"I-It's OK, 언니. At least you're here now," she whispered and looked at your locked hands, admiring the sight since it may never happen again — or maybe she should make sure her hands are cold—

You sent her a sorrowful smile and let her head rest on your shoulder, resting your own against it as an instinct both from being comfortable and tired.

"From now on I will check if I have any texts every hour for you," you said with an exaggerated joking voice to lighten the mood.

She giggled. You weren't even being that funny but you were both tired and sad, so anything even a tiny bit funny was hilarious to both of you.

"What did you want to tell me before, Princess?" you whispered into her fluffy hair and petted it.

Should she tell you how she feels? Should she possibly ruin this?

Would you ever kiss her hands like you did just now? Would you ever touch her this caringly ever again? Would you continue to call her Princess?

For hours she'd been outside in the cold waiting for the love of her life so she could tell her the truth. But it took time before you, the love of her life, showed up.

When a person is alone outside with notebooks filled with blank pages to write feelings and stories in, it's easy to let emotions take over. She ended up writing around seven songs. Some lyrics were really cheesy and written in the spirit of the moment. Some lyrics didn't even rhyme. Some were a perfect description of where she was in her non-existing love life.

But they all had one thing in common.

They were melancholic and written in the point of view of a woman who was hopelessly in love with her bestfriend.

"Nothing. I just wanted to have a picnic with you, 언니. I was just being dramatic to convince you to come despite feeling under the weather," she lied right through her teeth.

You chuckled lightly, believing her immediately.

"Then where are the snacks?" you asked, confused since the only things around you were notebooks, a bike and water.

"I ate them."

Laughter filled the air; your genuine one and her fake one.

You put your face in her cheek, making her blush (not that you'd notice, since her tears had made her red from before), "Well, my tummy is a lil' too thin right now, so let's go somewhere."

"In the middle of the night?" she questioned.

"Yes," you smiled against his cheek and she felt it, making her smile too.

"OK."

You both were still smiling when you were picking up all the notebooks to get ready for the ride. Jokes were thrown here and there. It was as if nothing had happened. You both knew it was a misunderstanding and you valued the friendship with the other too much to put energy into arguing. And you were tired too, so the argument wouldn't even be that epic even if you tried.

"Wait! We can't leave your bike," you exclaimed suddenly at the realization.

How is it so that when you're tired and alone you're just lazy but when you're tired and with your best friend you're more energetic than usual?

"You know what? Since I was a jerk I'll let you drive my warm car while I ride in the cold," you said impulsively and tossed her your keys.

"B-But, 언니—"

"By now you should know not to try and go against what I say," you interrupted her and sat down on the bike. Anyone who had spoken to you knew you were stubborn.

She laughed. The little sadness she had inside was gone by now. Her cheeks were dry. Still red, but not from crying, now they were red from blushing.

"OK, whatever you say, 언니."

"I warn you, don't break my car or else I'll break you, Princess," you said teasingly.

"I would never~ See you in an hour, 언니," she winked at you and waved with a smile brighter than the moon before making her way to your car.

You waved back to her and got ready to bike — you definitely needed a head start.

But before you started you couldn't help but see something white standing out in the darkness.

It was another one of Somi’s notebooks. You must've been too tired to notice it when you were picking them up. Thankfully the notebook was open or else you wouldn't have noticed it as it had a dark cover. You took it into your hands. To make sure it really was Somi’s you needed to read at least a snippet.

You prayed it was Somi’s because it would worse if you read a stranger's private thoughts than your bestfriend's since you already knew all her secrets.

The snippet was Somi’s.

It was from one of the pages of lyrics that barely rhyme, that was very cheesy but depicted how sappy she was feeling and also told her part of the story of the situation.

I want to feel my best friend's lips on my lips

I want, more than anything, for her to call me HER Princess

So that's what she wanted to tell you.

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❝ 난 네 머리 꼭대기에서 춤춰 you dumb, dumb 영혼까지 끌어 떠는 내숭 결국 이게 다 널 위한거야 Dumb, dumb, dumb 순수한 내 눈빛보고 잔머리 굴리지말고 Let's play, dumb, dumb, dumb ❞

( I'm dancing on top of your head, you dumb, dumb Trying my best to put up a front to impress you At the end, it's all for you Dumb, dumb, dumb When you look into my eyes, don't think too much Let's play dumb, dumb, dumb )

—jeon somi; 2021