You and Han were an inseparable duo, the kind of friends who finished each other's sentences and knew the other's secrets like the back of their hands. Your bond was forged in shared laughter, late-night talks, and a mutual love for everything from cheesecake to maga books.
Han, with his quick wit and infectious smile, was the life of the party. You, the quiet observer with a heart of gold, were the steady anchor in the friendship. You were the yin to his yang, a perfect balance of chaos and calm.
Lately, though, something was off. Han noticed a shift in your demeanor. You were more reserved, your laughter less frequent, and your eyes held a distant look. Worried, he tried to broach the subject, but you'd always deflect with a casual, "I'm fine, Han. Just thinking."
One sunny afternoon, while strolling through the park, Han spotted you deep in conversation with San, another friend of yours. You had grown up with him. Han's heart tightened as he watched you and San laugh and share what seemed like inmate moments. A wave of jealousy washed over him, a feeling foreign to your friendship.
When he laid in bed that night, the pieces of the puzzle started falling into place. Maybe you were interested in San. The thought was like a cold shower, leaving him shivering and confused. He'd always seen you as his best friend, never considering romantic feelings. But now, the idea of you with someone else was unbearable.
The next couple days, he avoided you, his mind racing. He didn't want to ruin your friendship by confessing his feelings, only to be rejected. That one was one thing he feared the most, being rejected. Especially by you, the only person in his life. It was easier to pretend everything was normal, even if it was killing him inside.
You, oblivious to his turmoil, were heartbroken. You had been gathering up the courage to tell him how you felt, but every time you tried, your heart would race and your voice would fail you. You had been crushing on Han for as long as you could remember. Not even a crush. You loved him. But the fear of rejection was keeping you silent. Seeing him distant and avoiding you was like a physical pain.
Your once vibrant friendship was now a fragile thing, hanging by a thread. Both of you were caught in a web of your own making, too afraid to take the first step. Little did you both know, your hearts were echoing the same unspoken words: "I love you."
It was going to take courage, vulnerability, and a heartfelt conversation to mend your friendship and possibly blossom into something more. So, the only person you had been going to for this, San, you went to him, again. This time he said he'd find Han and see if he could figure out what was happening.
A few days later, San bumped into Han. San pulled Han elsewhere to get answers out of him, but then let something accidentally slip.
"Y/n loves you, Han! She's always talking about you. Now you've broken her heart."
Han's world stopped spinning. He blinked, trying to process the information. You love him? As in, love love him?
"You mean as a friend, right?" Han asks, confusion warred in him.
San shakes his head in disbelief. "No. She's fallen in love with you, Han. Like a long time ago."
"But... I thought she liked you?"
San lets out a soft laugh. "I'm like a brother to her. Trust me, she's never seen me anything other than that."
Han then ran off. San watched him run, proudness in his face. When he found you, he approached you with a newfound confidence.
"Y/n, can we talk?" He asks.
Your eyes widened, but you nodded.
Han took a deep breath. "I know things have been weird between us. I was being a total idiot, assuming things that weren't true."
Your face softened. "Han, I-"
He cuts you off. "I love you, Y/n. More than you can imagine. Not as a friend. In a romantic way."
Silence stretched between you both, the tension thick in the air. Then, slowly, a smile spread across your face. "I love you too, Han."
"I would very much like to kiss you right now." Han says.
"Please." You beg.
He kissed you, softly. And you kissed him back. The feather-light touch on your lips made you feel warm and safe. When you both pulled away you were unable to open your eyes for a few moments. But when you did open them, he was staring at you, stars in his eyes, sparkling.
Your friendship took a beautiful turn due to a misunderstanding. The foundation you both had built over the years was strong enough to support the weight of your newfound love. As you both sat there, holding each other closely, you both realized that your story was far from over. It was just beginning. A start of something new.
