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Hayun's pov
I tried to tell him everything without bursting into tears because of the frustration due to Seo-ha's words. I could see the rage growing in his eyes.

"I told you so," he blurted out. Typical of Namjoon, who started complaining about how thoughtless I was.
If only I hadn't been so sad because of that bastard, I swear I would have slapped him in his face. But the truth is that he was piling on and I felt just worse.
When he finally realized he had been too hard on me, he came closer. I turned my back on him, but he stood next to me and handed me a handkerchief. "Sorry".

He gave me time to calm down before continuing.
"I'll try not to hurt you again but I have to tell you something I think you'll want to know".
Because of his words, I didn't know if I had to worry. I nodded at him as a sign to proceed to tell me.

"Yuna is coming back. She's going through a difficult time, she has just broken up too and you're in the same situation. Now as ever she would be the person who could understand you the most and vice versa. I remember how inseparable you were when you were little, you always supported each other. Why don't you text her? This afternoon Jungkook went to the airport, I think she will be in Seoul soon. It would be good for both of you to get back in touch".

Yuna... she has always been like a sister to me. I spent most of my childhood and adolescence with her. When things here at home weren't going well or I fought with my brother, the Jeon family was always ready to welcome me with open arms. Yuna made me play with her dolls and we enjoyed making them interact with each other as if we were talking.
In those dolls we saw ourselves, how we would be in the future.

"Hayun, when I grow up, I would love to travel, see so many places, be a successful pianist and have a beautiful family... Actually, I really want a love like Mom and Dad's. Do you think I'll make it?".

We were so naive.

"Of course," I reassured her. "Me too, I dreamt such a love, huge like this," I said, spreading my arms as kids used to do, childishly. "And I see myself at the head of a company, I will definitely be a career woman".
They were special moments, and we were great dreamers.

But just when our imagination came to fantasize about the names of our future children, we were punctually interrupted by the screams of Jungkook, his brother. At the time, that kid never stopped doing damage. Sometimes he fell from his bike in the garden; others climbed on the grate to see the sunset and filled with thorns; still others cried just to attract attention.
I remember that he used to tease me. He was stupid, but it was my first and the hugest crush I could even remember, but I was too shy to let him know. Besides, I don't think he liked me back then, we were kids after all.

I never had the courage to tell Yuna, I was ashamed to even say it out loud. Maybe she sensed something, especially when she once caught me spying on Jungkook while he was changing his clothes. In my defense, I can say that adolescence had hits me too but puberty had done more than a great job with Jungkook. It was impossible not to look at him as he was so attractive.
Not even in high school that guy stopped being my crush, but now rarely annoyed me: he was 18 years old at the time, and I was still 16, him in college and me in the middle of my adolescence. It was also time for that crush to fade away. And that moment arrived just when I saw him holding hands with his first girlfriend.

At least Yuna was always by my side, until the day of her 18th birthday when the world fell on me: she explained that she could finally have the opportunity to travel and study law in London. She had a chance to escape.
Don't get me wrong, I was over the moon for her. Something of that talk between two dolls was happening now for one of them. It was time for me to be delighted for her.
Yet I knew I wouldn't see her again for years and I was afraid she could forget about me.

She left the next year, right before I turned 18, and that's when things started to go wrong. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't make friends in college, and that made me trust that asshole Seo-ha right away. If only Yuna had been there, I would have avoided two years of trauma.
She would have grabbed me by the ears, locked me in her room and only let me out when I started to regain consciousness.
Yes, she and my brother have always used unorthodox methods. I wonder why they never dated.
However, Yuna wasn't there and I fucked up, a lot.
After the first year in London we lost touch. I saw on social media that she got a boyfriend and I was happy for her, but I was worried hoping he would make her feel good, and definitely he wasn't. And now she was back, probably broken, as much as me.

I went back to reality only to see Namjoon roll his eyes, annoyed, as I started thinking for too long. Or maybe it was just him who never had the virtue of patience.
"Do you think she'll still want to see me? It's been a long time since we've opened up to each other, maybe it's not the same anymore," I was worried.
"I'll tell Jungkook to come with her this evening then, so you two can try break the ice".

Was he even serious? It might be awkward already with Yuna, but being face to face with two Jeons at the same time was not a easy matter.
"I will write to her, you try to stay in your place as much as you can," I said squinting my eyes to warn him.

I spent the whole afternoon thinking about what I could write to her. Should I have been direct or asked how she was? Should I mention that Namjoon told me about her recent breakup?
Fuck it.

-Yuna, I really need to talk to you.

Maybe I was abrupt. Who knows, maybe she lost my number after all these years.

-Hayun, I think we need to talk. Just tell me when and where. I'll be there".
My best friend was back.