confused | seventeen's hiphop unit

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"What?" You ask. You heard it, but what?

"You have never seen it, and you never will." He says.

"Y-you're what?" You exclaim.

His eyes are clearly glossy but his expression shows nothing but anger.

"I love you. I love you as a bestfriend, but I also love you as a woman. And it's the worst fucking feeling to watch you hurt yourself over men and still! You fall so easily. I have loved you and I have been inlove with you for the longest time, but all you see me as is a bestfriend."

Tears have fallen down your eyes, as he steps closer.

You want to reach out and touch him but his cold, pained expression stops you.

"I've watched you with Wonwoo, Mingyu, and even Seungcheol, and when you get hurt by them, I'm there. I was always there but that never mattered to you."

"That's not true. Hansol, please—" You sob loudly, but his voice doesn't waver as he continues.

"You're selfish, Hyejin. You're fucking selfish and I can't take it anymore."

He is so close to you, that his voice was barely above a whisper.

But every word was the greatest pain you've ever felt.

"I may be pathetic for loving someone who doesn't love me back. But you're pathetic for not just loving those who hurt you, but hurting those who love you."

You step forward, making him instinctively step back. "Well, this! This is hurting me, too." You shout.

"You're hurting me, too, Han." You say softer.

He looks down, any change of reaction is covered. "Not as much as you've hurt me, and continue to."

He clears his throat and looks up again, still cold. "And will continue to if I don't do anything."

"So what?!" You scream. "You're gonna leave me?"

"You know I love you, Hansol. Just-just let me clear my head and think about this, a-and I'll fix this! I'll figure out my feelings with the boys and I can try with my feelings for you, but please—"

"See!" He cuts you off. "You don't understand. I don't need you to confess back or be with me romantically but dammit Hyejin I can't fucking stand watching you use me! Not anymore."

He continues. "It's not your fault I fell for you. But to have you call me only to talk about those guys, to have you come to me only when you're crying because they hurt you, to have you leave me for them over and over again yet expect me to come running to you with at your beck and call... It's so fucked up." He sighs loudly.

"I'm supposed to be your bestfriend." He says softly, sadness accidentally showing. "Or at least I was."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Your voice trembles.

He breathes deeply, whispering an apology that you don't hear.

"I'm done." He walks past you, leaving you alone across the ice cream parlor you came from.