My best friend's girlfriend

11

Arriving at work on Monday, suffering from a terrible hangover and feeling that I was twenty again, I received great news from the authorities - I was waiting for an almost week-long business trip. Since the chief accountant of this branch unexpectedly quit, and there is no one to correct the documentation before checking. Therefore, having called Handong and begging to look after Wolfy, for a week. Three days later, I realized that this "unexpected trip" even suits me. I had time to think about everything. About everything except Bora.

On that drunken Sunday, I wrote to Yoohyeon, explaining my sudden and impolite disappearance with urgent matters. And I also realized that I could not part with her via SMS.

I tried not to think about what Minji had told me. I could hardly restrain myself so as not to give up everything and rush to Bora. Yes, of course, she probably wasn't talking about me, but what if? Can't I even admit the thought that Bora can reciprocate my feelings? Until I found out the truth, I could hope.

***

I returned to town on Friday night. We agreed to meet with Yoohyeon in advance. This game must be over.

I walked over to her, and after a couple of minutes, Yoohyeon opened the door for me, smiling broadly. I tried to stay calm, but not rude. I felt guilty and again began to strain her persistence. She nearly punched me in the stomach when she wanted to kiss me at the door. I pulled away politely, muttering something about fatigue.

- Come in, baby, are you hungry? We're just having dinner.

I barely suppressed the gag reflex from the word "baby", but forced myself to take a deep breath and follow her. Somewhere on the edge of my mind, the question "we?" I whirled, but entering the kitchen and I could only open my mouth. Bora was sitting at the table. We stared at each other as if we were seeing for the first time. She literally looked at me with her eyes, and I stared blankly at her. I haven't seen her for too long. Almost a week. It was too long for me. I immediately wanted to fall at her feet and beg, beg to give me a chance. Tell her how much I love her, how these feelings have tormented me for many months, but when I felt a warm hand on my shoulder, I remembered where I am and why, in fact, I came.

- Sit down, baby, have dinner with us, - Yoohyeon pushed me to the stool.

Then it dawned on me how it looks from the outside. What will Bora think of me? I confessed my love to her, but I'm hanging out with her friend? Good game. What did Yoohyeon tell her?

Cursing inwardly, I sat down on a stool on the free side of the table. I felt Bora's eyes on me. But she couldn't look up. I couldn't explain everything to her now.

- Well, how was your business trip? Did you do everything? - Yooheyon was sitting on the other side, constantly rearranging something on the table and occasionally touching my hand. It was terribly unnerving. Bora seemed to be completely absorbed in dinner, although when I slightly raised my head, I saw her gaze glaring at Yoohyeon's hand, which was lying on my forearm.

Twenty minutes later, after the sixth "baby" addressed to me, Bora hurried to leave. Yoohyeon did not delay her, winking obscenely at me, hinting that the two of us would not be bored. Bora saw it, but said nothing. I just noticed how her lips twitched for a second, and then broke into a smile again, while Yoohyeon accompanied her and hugged her goodbye. I just nodded with restraint and mumbled a barely audible goodbye.

When they stood in the hallway and whispered about something, I rehearsed the speech. And I was so carried away that I did not notice how Yoohyeon's hot, slightly rough lips were on my lips.

- I missed you so much," the girl whispered hotly, trying to climb onto my lap. - I want you right now.

- Wait, wait, please, - I stopped her, grabbing her wrists and raised myself. Yoohyeon looked at me blankly, but stopped trying to saddle me. - We need to talk.