Chp.37<Jā ōkē....

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Meaning: Okay then.... In Japanese

Elena's POV

"What? I am?" Cheyenne asked me, looking all clueless and dense. I nodded at her and smiled. "How?"

I scoffed. "For one thing, you're jealous. Two, he's already your ultimate bias and kills you every time you see him. Third, he cheers you up. Four, you're cute with him. Five, he seems to like you back. Six--,"

"Okay, I get it," Cheyenne said, putting my hands away because I was apparently raising each finger up as I said a number. "I guess...I am in love....ish. I don't know, Elena...I mean, what can I do about it? You know that fans and such can't date with K-pop stars. What should I do? This is such forbidden love, so I can't...,"

I looked at her with a soft, small smile.

"Hyung, nothing can stop love. I know that for sure, because I'm your fairytale Godmother right now, so listen to me. Child, what would you do for Taehyung? What do you know about him?" I asked.

She seemed to dodge the fact that I called her child, but she said, "I know his blood type, where he was born, his favorite colors, food, hobbies, habits, member, song---I'm just his personal stalker fan!"

"Well then, since you know a lot of stuff already, all you got to do is make him know you. That's it. It's either you stay friends or just outright tell him. I'll tell you this now, and I'm not supporting you do this, but tell him and if he rejects you now, it'll be easier to give him up. But don't actually do it now, cause we need to get this sorted." I said.

Cheyenne chuckled. "I guess...," She rubbed her forehead.

I didn't start noticing that she was actually rubbing her forehead a lot. I started watching her hand and she's done it five times now. I started worrying but continued to not say anything.

"Anyways, just keep that in mind," I said.

"Okay, okay," Cheyenne said, letting me pat her on the back. "You're a real great friend, you know that?"

I didn't expect the compliment, but I joked along. "I know," I said, flipping my hair fabulously. Cheyenne laughed at that. Her laugh seemed to fade though. "Now, let's go to the concert tonight! We get front seats!" I exclaimed.

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