Chan was stunned, he had never seen Jeongin like this. He looked good. Oddly good in those thigh highs. He found himself focusing on the boy's lips, the soft pink hue making his eyes look even brighter even though they were sad. But regardless of how good he looked, the younger was like a brother to him.
He disregarded the drop in his stomach when Jeongin mumbled out his last few words. He really shouldn't have.
"Jeongin, Im so sorry." He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, "I don't like you that way. No matter how pretty you get, you're like a younger brother to me, y'know?" He felt bad. It felt wrong. He felt guilty.
He watched as the light slowly faded from Jeongin's eyes, the last little bit of hope dying out. The boy took a deep breath, "I...right." He looked down trying to find the right words, the right way to word this. Though, there would never be a good way to tell your best friend that you didn't want to see them anymore.
"Chan, I really think you should leave. For me, please leave."
Close to the end y'all! :)
