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[Best Friend; V]

Best Friend

Everyone could see that I was really nervous for my presentation on astronomy for the midterms, my voice wavered, my hands trembled and I couldn't even maintain a second of eye contact with the class. I stumbled through my script and finished with a rapidly pounding heart, knowing that I screwed it up. Badly.

I put my head down on the table. I cursed myself at how I let all my hard work crumble to dust with my awful presentation. All the late nights, missing out on family outings, everything, had all gone to waste. And suddenly, I felt a soft pat on my back, the mumble of a simple "good job". I looked up, only to see the silhouette of taehyung as he exited the classroom.

That was when my heart started thudding a little bit faster whenever I see him, when my face flushes whenever I wave to him, when my words started getting jumbled up whenever I talked to him.

That was when I started falling for him.

We weren't that close to begin with - some friendly smiles or waves here and there, and sometimes he even strikes up a conversation with me. But after that incident, the waves and smiles became even more frequent, the conversations became daily.

But I was too silly, too foolish, too gullible to have thought he would reciprocate my feelings. The day my heart starting cracking bit by bit was when he whispered under umbrella how he had grew fond of one of our classmates, Zoey, and asked me for her number.

The small cracks became more prominent as time went by. He enlisted my help in wooing her. I couldn't say anything for fear of ruining our friendship and I, swallowing my feelings, helped to relay love letters and messages to her. My closest friends thought I was crazy; why bother helping him when it hurts you so much?

I don't know either.

I know it's pathetic, my situation right now. Helping him would only draw us further apart, this hopeless maze I'm in, going around in circles and circles wouldn't end. He would never see me as a lover, and I would never be able to let go of my feelings for him.

And the day he confesses finally dawned. It was extravagant, an event only for the two. I didn't want my heart to be ripped apart and faked a fever to hide myself in my room. an hour or two passed, and my phone buzzed.

"Meet me at the park?"

An epiphany struck me suddenly. I was going to confess today, no matter what. Even if she had accepted him, in which chances are, she already did, I was determined to get this burden off my chest. I grabbed my clothes and ran to the park.

His face was emotionless and he led me, without a word, to the tree we always sat below for deep talks. He sat down with a sigh, wrapping his arms around his knees.

"She said no," he whispered.

I put my arm around his shoulders, consoling him. I worded my sentence tactfully, "Maybe she wasn't the one ... there are lots of chances you will encounter in the lifetime, and this is only the beginning of many more to come. You may feel hurt and angry at yourself right now, you'll get over it after a while. With every heartbreak, you're just getting one step closer to a happily-ever-after."

He looked up, a weak smile highlighting his chiseled features. "You know what, Y/N?" he said softly.

"You are the best friend anyone could ask for."

Best friend.

No amount of mental preparation could have braced me for this attack. It was small, yet lethal. I could literally feel my heart breaking: the cracks that deepened to form scars broke apart, the trail of sadness that seeps through was bitter and icy. The warmth that initially surrounded my heart was replaced by the devastation that struck me, the ice encrusting my heart.

The day his broken heart mended, mine broke.

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