The pottery studio hummed with creative energy, each day unfolding with its own blend of challenges and triumphs. Tu Tontawan had seamlessly integrated into the rhythm of their workspace, bringing fresh ideas and a contagious enthusiasm that reinvigorated Love and Milk's passion for their craft. Tu's knack for innovative designs not only impressed their clientele but also brought a newfound vibrancy to their studio.
Amidst the bustling studio life, Love couldn't shake the nagging feeling that something had shifted between her and Milk. Once inseparable friends and business partners, their bond had subtly evolved. Milk's increasing tendency to stay late at the studio and her avoidance of social gatherings with Love and Gun—Love's boyfriend—didn't go unnoticed. It left Love feeling a mix of concern, confusion, and an unexpected twinge of jealousy.
Gun, ever the provocative presence, seemed to relish in teasing Milk whenever they crossed paths in the studio. His overt displays of affection towards Love whenever Milk was around didn't sit well with Love. She knew Milk well enough to recognize the hurt behind her friend's stoic facade. Each time Gun's antics played out, Love's heart ached for Milk's discomfort and wished she could shield her from such deliberate provocations.
One particular evening, as Milk witnessed yet another uncomfortable moment between Love and Gun, she found herself retreating to the studio where Tu was already deeply engrossed in her latest project.
"Hey Milk, can I confess something?" Tu's voice broke the silence, catching Milk off guard.
Milk glanced up from her work, surprised but welcoming. "Sure, Tu. What's on your mind?"
Tu took a deep breath, her eyes reflecting a mix of nervousness and resolve. "You know we've been working together for several months now, right?"
Milk nodded, curious where Tu was leading with this.
"Well, I've developed feelings for you, Milk," Tu confessed earnestly. "I didn't want to keep it hidden anymore. I just needed you to know."
Milk smiled gently, touched by Tu's sincerity but also feeling a pang of sadness. "Thank you, Tu. I appreciate your honesty. You're a wonderful person, and I value our friendship deeply."
Tu's shoulders slumped slightly, accepting Milk's response with grace. "I understand, Milk. I'm okay with being friends, if that's what you want."
Milk nodded gratefully, relieved that Tu understood. "Thank you for understanding, Tu. I just can't returned your feelings" Milk confessed.
"I know... I am okay.. And I also know how you look at Love. I know she is the one..." Tu said smiling softly.
"It will never happen; I will move on one day... Not now but I hope soon. Let's just eat dinner tonight? My treat because you got your first heartbreak with this hot lady called Milk" Milk said while laughing softly.
"Hey!" Tu pouted and they both laugh.
Their conversation drifted into lighter topics, laughter eventually filling the studio as they shared stories and jokes. Tu's easygoing nature and genuine kindness warmed Milk's heart, reinforcing her appreciation for their friendship.
Meanwhile, Love found herself grappling with her own emotions. Hearing Tu confess her feelings to her friend on the phone previously stirred a whirlwind of conflicting feelings within her. She couldn't deny the jealousy that gnawed at her whenever she saw Milk and Tu together, their easy camaraderie and shared moments reminding Love of what she felt she was losing with Milk.
One evening, as Love and Milk found themselves alone in the studio after Tu had left for the day to pick up some things at home, Love mustered the courage to broach the topic that had been weighing on her heart.
"Milk, can we talk?" Love's voice trembled slightly, her vulnerability laid bare.
Milk looked up from her sketchbook, her expression a mix of surprise and apprehension. "Sure, Love. What's on your mind?"
"I... I've been feeling like we're drifting apart," Love admitted hesitantly. "Is everything okay between us?"
Milk paused, her gaze searching Love's face. "I'm sorry if I've made you feel that way, Love. I've been dealing with some things."
"Is it because of Gun?" Love asked softly, bracing herself for the answer.
Milk sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly. "Maybe, maybe not. It's... complicated."
Love nodded, her heart sinking with understanding. "I hate how he treats you sometimes. You deserve better."
Milk offered a faint smile, touched by Love's concern. "Thank you, Love. I know you mean well."
Their conversation lingered on the edge of unspoken truths, both women navigating the delicate balance of friendship and unacknowledged feelings. Love wrestled with her growing attraction to both Milk's friendship and Tu's magnetic presence, while Milk grappled with the heartache of unrequited emotions she buried beneath layers of stoicism.
As days turned into weeks, Love found herself observing Milk and Tu's interactions with a mix of longing and unease. She admired the way Tu brought out a lighter side of Milk, their laughter echoing through the studio walls, yet jealousy simmered beneath the surface each time Tu's affection for Milk was evident.
One evening, as Love and Gun prepared to leave for dinner, Love couldn't shake the feeling of longing that tugged at her heart. She turned to Milk, hoping for a different outcome this time.
"Milk, why don't you join us for dinner?" Love's voice held a hint of pleading.
Milk hesitated, her gaze softening with a mixture of fondness and sadness. "I appreciate the invitation, Love. But I think I'll stay late tonight. Tu and I have some work to finish up."
Love's heart sank at Milk's gentle refusal, a pang of jealousy twisting in her chest as she watched Milk retreat back into the studio. She felt torn between wanting to bridge the growing gap between them and the fear of confronting her own feelings.
Later that evening, Love's thoughts raced as she reflected on the day's events. She couldn't deny the depth of her feelings for Milk, yet she feared losing their friendship if she dared to acknowledge them. There's also Gun in this. And now, with Tu's confession hanging in the air, Love found herself grappling with the unsettling realization that her jealousy ran more profound than she had initially thought.
As Love paced the empty studio, her thoughts drifting to Milk and Tu's budding friendship, she realized she needed to confront her feelings head-on. She does not want Milk to be drifted apart from her. It's selfish of her, but she sometimes wishes Milk only for herself. Milk treats her like a princess and cares for her more than anyone. She wants to talk more with Milk and will try again someday.
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(M) Unspoken Affection - MilkLove Fan Fic - Completed
RomanceSYPNOSIS : Milk and Love have been inseparable since high school, forging a bond that extends beyond friendship. Now, as successful entrepreneurs in the art world, they navigate the bustling streets of Bangkok together, sharing a passion for pottery...
