Kim Namjoon - I don't believe in love, and if you are looking for that in me and us, then you should stop right here, Y/N.
Y/N - I'm not searching for love either, and I don't want you to feel anything special for me.
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Y/N - Why don't you i...
We settled into our chairs, plates full, hearts warmer than the food. Like always, she started by stealing a bite from my plate, and I retaliated by feeding her a piece of toast dipped in ketchup—just the way she hated it, and yet, she never said no. It was so us—this rhythm. The teasing, the feeding, the easy smiles between bites.
But then... her hand stopped midway to her mouth, fork hovering.
"Heartpiece," she said, her voice softer than the clink of a spoon on porcelain. "I wanted to say something."
I stilled. The lightness we'd been floating on slowly shifted into something heavier, deeper. I looked up at her, eyes locking with hers. That look—the look—was there. The one that meant she wasn't going to hide behind jokes or soft distractions. She was about to speak from where it mattered. And I knew.
I knew this was about last night. The unfinished conversation that had been hanging in the air between us like a quiet thunder. I nodded slightly, setting my spoon down, giving her the space, the silence, the safety to go on. She swallowed, almost hesitating—almost.
"Do you..." she paused, eyes searching mine, "Do you still have feelings for Geum Hi?"
My breath caught for a second. What? The question hit like a quiet wave. I didn't see it coming—not from her. Not now. And for a moment, all I could do was stare, the air in my lungs suddenly heavier.
Y/N POV
I watched him carefully, the way his brows furrowed, how his grip on the spoon faltered just for a second. His disbelief was evident—it was all over his face like I had spoken something completely out of place. He looked right at me and asked, "What do you think? Do I make you feel like I still have feelings for her?"
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That question made my heart skip a beat. Not because I had the answer, but because I could see how much it mattered to him that I didn't doubt. I gently placed my fork down and shook my head, softly.
Y/n - "It's not that, Hannie. I just... wanted to know. This isn't suffocating me in a bad way. It's more like—I care about you so deeply that I want to be sure. If there's even a corner of your heart that still feels something for her... I don't want you to bury that because of me. I've gone through something recently... with Riyo, and I don't want you to hold yourself because of that..."
Just then, before I could finish, he reached across the table and took my hands in his.
Hannie POV
"Heartpiece..." I whispered, holding her hands tightly, trying to ground her, and myself. I looked into her eyes, trying to understand where this was coming from. Why now? Why does she think that I—? Why would she even think I still have feelings for Geum Hi?
