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realize • s.hj

Scenario: Hyeongjun ships you with Dongpyo. In reality, you have feelings for him. He feels the same, but you're both too stupid to realize it.

P.O.V: Y/N

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"You two look amazing together! When will you start dating?" Hyeongjun, a close friend of mine, asks as we stroll to the school cafeteria.

I reply, "Are you sure Dongpyo has a thing for me?"

"Bet! He's always touchy around you. He doesn't know how to hide his feelings."

Dongpyo's another close friend of mine. He has always been the flirty type. It doesn't matter whether you're a guy or gal. I'm no exception.

I've already told him about my feelings for Hyeongjun, which began when we met at last year's community dance festival. I hadn't realized we went to the same school until then.

Furthermore, Dongpyo told me about his thing for someone in our grade, with the name, Kang Minhee. It's clear that Dongpyo and I aren't romantically involved whatsoever. If only Hyeongjun would realize.

"That's true. He's flirty. But how would you know I like him too?"

I try to play along. What if Hyeongjun doesn't feel the same way for me? I'd rather stay quiet and maintain our friendship.

"Y/N, don't try to hide your feelings. You're just as bad as your future boyfriend."

No, Hyeongjun, it's you who's bad. You don't realize that I like YOU. "That's not a reason."

"You're with him whenever you're not with me. And you always invite him to sleepovers. Never me, even once."

I've never invited Hyeongjun, because he's all I talk about. He'd find out I like him and avoid me at all costs. Oh Hyeongjun, I wish I had the guts to tell you where my heart leans.

Hyeongjun states, "Oh Y/N, you should have the guts to tell Dongpyo where your heart leans."

But I told him already.

It only leans for you.

Hyeongjun lets out a sigh. "Actually, can we go to that empty stairwell for a minute? It's time I build up the guts myself."

"Sure," I follow him. What does he mean by that? He'd better make it quick, otherwise I'll fall for him even harder.

He slams the door shut once we reach the nearest stairwell. He rubs his palms on the laps of his uniform pants, paces around, and peeks towards the top of the stairs, to make sure we're alone.

I look away, out of awkwardness.

"I'm ready," Hyeongjun says in a confident tone, although keeping his usual soft-spoken one.