After a long, comforting embrace, Miyeon and Wonwoo eventually found themselves settled on her bed, leaning against the headboard. Their legs were crossed, shoulders brushing against each other as a comfortable silence filled the room. Miyeon stared at the ceiling, her thoughts swirling, while Wonwoo seemed lost in his own, eyes downcast, focused on his hands.
Breaking the quiet, Miyeon cleared her throat. "So, why did you come here all of a sudden? Did something happen?" Her voice was soft but filled with concern as she glanced at Wonwoo. He didn’t respond right away, his fingers fiddling with the edge of his sleeve.
A bitter chuckle escaped his lips. "It never stopped, Miyeon." His voice was low, and when he finally looked at her, his eyes were filled with frustration.
"After you left, I thought everything would calm down. I thought people would move on. But all they ever did was whisper behind my back, talk about you like they knew the truth, and give fake sympathy for him."
"Wonwoo—" Miyeon started, her throat tightening, but he cut her off before she could even attempt to apologize.
"Don’t." His tone was firm, almost pleading. "Don’t you dare say it's your fault. It wasn’t, Miyeon, and it never will be. They might be too blind to see the truth, but I’m not. We know what really happened."
Miyeon’s heart ached as she saw the pain in his eyes. "But if I hadn’t pushed him that day...if I hadn’t—" Her voice cracked, and she bit her lip to keep the tears from spilling over. She thought she was over those emotions yet time seemed to keep testing her limits. She knew she wouldn’t be able to stop crying if she let it all out.
Wonwoo sighed deeply, his frustration morphing into something softer, something that mirrored her own guilt. He pulled her closer, his arm draping around her shoulders protectively.
"Miya, stop. You’ve carried this burden for too long. You’ve blamed yourself for something that was never your fault." His voice was gentle but resolute, as if he could will her to believe his words through sheer determination.
"I pressured him. I shouldn’t have done that. He might still be here if I—" She couldn’t hold it in anymore. The tears she had been fighting so hard to control spilled over, and her voice became a whisper, fragile and full of sorrow. "I miss him so much, Wonwoo."
Her shoulders shook as she sobbed quietly into Wonwoo’s chest. He held her tightly, resting his chin on top of her head as his own tears threatened to fall. His heart ached seeing her like this, knowing how much she had suffered, how much she had carried alone. He missed their friend too— the one they both loved and lost— but he couldn’t bear to see Miyeon drown in guilt any longer.
"None of it was your fault," Wonwoo whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "And I promise you, no matter how long it takes, I’ll make sure people know the truth. He deserves that. You deserve that. I’ll be here for you, always."
Miyeon sniffled, her breathing slowing as her sobs softened. She wiped at her eyes, her head still resting on his chest. "Thank you, Wonwoo. I don’t know what I’d do without you."
He smiled, though it was tinged with sadness. "You’ll never have to find out."
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The two friends eventually settled into a more peaceful rhythm, the weight of their conversation slowly lifting. Miyeon had grabbed a book from her bedside table, and Wonwoo had done the same, the comfortable silence between them filled with the sound of turning pages.
After a while, Miyeon broke the quiet. "Since you're staying for a while, have you enrolled in a college yet? Because if not..." Her voice trailed off, her hope evident in the way her eyes brightened at the thought.
Wonwoo glanced at her and chuckled softly. He knew exactly what she was hoping for. "Actually, my dad already enrolled me somewhere. Didn’t even bother asking me, you know how he is." He smiled apologetically, noticing the disappointment flicker across her face.
Miyeon pouted slightly but nodded. "Yeah, I get it. Typical."
"But it’s not too far from yours," Wonwoo added quickly. "I can come visit whenever I want. We’ll still see each other, Miya."
Her face lit up again, the smile returning to her lips. "Really? That’s great! I can introduce you to my friends. They’d love to meet you."
Wonwoo chuckled, his eyes softening at her excitement. "I’d love that, sweetheart."
Miyeon’s heart warmed at the familiar nickname. It was something only Wonwoo called her— a term of endearment that held no romantic weight but was special to her nonetheless. It reminded her of their easy friendship, of the bond they’d shared for years.
"Remember that time in China, when that old lady thought we were dating because you called me 'sweetheart'?" Miyeon laughed, her eyes sparkling as the memory resurfaced. "She gave us a discount because she thought we were a cute couple."
Wonwoo grinned, nodding at the memory. "And then your boyfriend got so jealous and sulky, he barely spoke to me for hours."
A bittersweet silence followed their shared laughter, and Miyeon’s gaze dropped to her lap. "I miss him a lot, Wonwoo," she whispered.
"I miss him too, sweetheart," Wonwoo replied softly, the sadness in his voice matching hers. He didn’t need to say more—she knew he was hurting too, just as deeply. They were both trying to be strong for each other.
Gently, Miyeon reached for his hand, squeezing it lightly. He squeezed back, the small gesture of comfort and solidarity saying what words couldn’t.
After a moment, Miyeon let out a small sigh and smiled. "Let’s go get ice cream. I need something sweet after all this heavy stuff."
Wonwoo chuckled, shaking his head fondly. "You always know how to cheer yourself up, huh?"
"Hey, it works," Miyeon grinned, nudging him playfully. "Come on, let’s go."
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