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the clock struck at 4:38 in the morning, sunghoon usually does not wake up until 8 am, especially since today is a sunday. however, sunghoon dreamt.
he dreamt of a good dream, a dream that he does not want to wake up from. in his dream, he was playing tekken with irang again, he was losing, but he cheated, just like always.
he put his lips in hers, distracting the girl and winning the game. despite that, they still ordered mint choco, because it's irang's favorite. in the dream, sunghoon grew to like mint choco, and he enjoyed it more than irang, because along with the minty sweetness, comes the girl's coy smile.
hand in hand, they walked down the pavement, where they laughed and kissed, free from the judging eyes. however, all ended soon as he felt himself stirring into consciousness.
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it was wrong to imagine things likewise, especially since he already has a girl— a girlfriend he is not even romantically attracted to.
he would not be in denial with his feelings anymore— he liked irang. and that was an underestimation, he loves irang. he loved his bestfriend, the girl he swore to not fall for.
still, with the guilt being overpowered by desire, he forced himself to sleep again, and continue the dream that was ruined by his own consciousness.
with eyes closed, he thought of irang again, and reimagined where he left the dream off.
he dreams, day and night, to be with his bestfriend again—
because without her, he could not face the reality; the truth that consist of them not being the platonic soulmates nor the bestfriends who beat the odds of being the opposite gender.
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it was 3 pm, and sunghoon was sitting randomly at his bed. he could've done his homework, or rest for a little bit.
sunghoon did not know why he is in the same spot as to when he would always await for irang to burst in his door, with cream puffs from her school's cafeteria at hand.
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"hoon! hoon! look what i got?!" irang cheers as soon as she opens the door, peeking her head by the gap of the door.
her short bangs were slightly disheveled, but she looked absolutely astonishing either way. she looked more beautiful these days, and perhaps it was the side effect of sunghoon's rapid heartbeat— that comes and go whenever irang is around.
in irang's hand, are cream puffs, a box of tiramisu, and coffee, sunghoon's absolute favorites.
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"white chocolate mocha, two shots of espresso, no whipped cream, a dash of hazelnut syrup for park sunghoon coooming right up!" irang has his favorite blend memorized, to which sunghoon adored.
nobody ever made the littlest bit of effort as such as surprising him with his favorite snacks, memorizing his favorite coffee blend, and rush to hug him tightly everyday right after school dismissal.
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no one made him happy and loved unlike irang.
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sunghoon looked at the empty paper coffee cup that irang decorated with her doodles. he could still remember the time irang made it.
he was sick at that time, and irang was taking care of him. he was resting, fast asleep. all the while, irang was bored, but since she also did not want to take her focus out of him, she decided to quickly wash the used coffee cup and draw on it—
that way, she could gift it to sunghoon, and she could also easily tend to his needs once he's awake.
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when sunghoon's parents came home, they told irang to go home since it was already late, and she might catch sunghoon's illness.
sunghoon could still remember how he intentionally acted as if he was sleep talking, whining and crying to irang with eyes closed, begging her to not go.
he wanted irang to pity him, but instead, the girl only laughed. and soon it became a story of embarrassment, one that irang would always bring up whenever they banter.
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"seol irang." sunghoon uttered her name softly before breathing in with so much contentment. they both looked up, to the starry night above them.
the sharp and cold wind brush past them, but it felt rather refreshing.
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"honestly, earlier, i wasn't cheating so i can win the bet. i was cheating to annoy you." sunghoon chuckled and looked down momentarily, finding himself shocked to even admit it.
"i found it adorable whenever you'd glare at me, and for some reasons, i also like when you hit me playfully." he admitted.
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truthfully, he missed telling secrets to irang. he missed teasing her, he missed looking upon that sulking face whenever he'd feel mischievous enough to trick her.
with irang, his life was never dull..
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and now without her, he was losing the colours of his own world.
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Hayran KurguSeol Irang and Park Sunghoon are the best of friends for as long as they can remember. They were there for each other, through ups and downs. However, when life hinders their youthful friendship, will they continue on as friends? or.... perhaps some...
