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~ in which miyeon struggles to confess her feelings for you.~ 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩: platonic evolvement 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: miyeon x fem!reader 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: none 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1860 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝? ✔
was a bit inspired from one of the scenes of the kdrama nevertheless <3
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It was the little things about you that Miyeon had found herself to admire. Like the way your nose would crinkle into a smile when you talked about your favourite part of the day, the way you became so focused on beating her at a video game, or the way you hold onto her arm whenever you became nervous something about something. There's countless other things that Miyeon could point out that she felt such patience for, or this sense of fondness towards.
You've been friends with Miyeon for almost two years now, meeting through mutual friends and becoming closer from there. Miyeon couldn't exactly remember when her interests began to gravitate into infatuation for you; it was like this simple curiosity that slowly turned into a mystery to uncover. Yet the more you spend time with one another, she began to wonder if it truly was infatuation she felt for you.
Maybe it's something more, she would often question to herself.
Perhaps it became more clear when spent the night at your house one time, where the two of you found yourselves trapped in a deep conversation between the early morning hours and midnight that wrapped around both of your heads. At one point you were recalling a memory that brought tears to your eyes the more you spoke, and Miyeon wanted nothing more than to just kiss your worries away and bring you into her arms.
Wanting to have you in her arms was one thing, but having the sudden thought of kissing you was another.
Miyeon brushes the thought away each time they would come up, simply determining it was nothing more than enjoying quality time with a close friend. But how would that explain her nervousness each time you scooted yourself even the slightest closer to her? Or the way her heart would race so incredibly fast when making eye contact during a normal, friendly conversation?
It confused her, all of this confused her. She shouldn't feel nervous and all flustered when around you. She shouldn't feel a miniscule urge of jealousy when she sees you hanging out with other people. Each time someone would ask about you, she would call you her best friend. It saddens her𑁋not from calling you her best friend, but how she silently wished it was something more than that.
"Miyeon?"
Miyeon whips her head around in a split second, meeting your curious gaze towards her at the entrance to the kitchen. A faint smirk appears on your face as you head over in her direction, noticing she still had on a pair of yellow dishwashing gloves. She still held her gaze at you as you place yourself next to her.
