CHANGE FOR YOU | REVISED

Chapter 17

3rd Person POV

Taehyung was shocked when he heard that his best friend was in love. He would do anything to make his best friend happy. He screamed and celebrated through the phone, but Jennie sassily told him to stop screaming.

"I'm so proud of you, Jendeuk," Taehyung happily said to Jennie.

"I gotta hang up, Tae. It's not safe to drive while on the phone. Bye!" Jennie ended the call.

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Chaeyoung's POV

Why, Y/n? Why? I saw them kissing and hugging in front of Y/n's house. I clenched my jaw and felt hot tears running down my face. I thought she loved me. Was that all a lie? But you already have Chanyeol, my conscience said. But I don't like him. It's been weeks since that incident, and I need to talk to her. I wiped my tears and walked towards their house. I knocked on the door, and Y/n, wearing her pajamas with her hair tied up in a bun, answered. I couldn't help but check her out in her pajamas. Is that weird?

"Chae... What are you doing here?" she asked me, avoiding eye contact.

"Y/n, we need to talk," I said, emphasizing the seriousness in my voice. She glanced at me briefly and let me in.

"Where's Mrs. Y/l/n and Jin Oppa?" I asked, taking a seat.

"Oppa had to work overtime, and Mom had dinner with her colleagues, so I'm all alone tonight," she replied, preparing drinks for us.

"Y/n, I'm sorry," I apologized to her, and she stopped what she was doing.

"Did you really love me? Then why were you kissing Jennie?" I raised my voice slightly. She just stared at me and sighed.

"Oh, she's a rebound. Don't worry, I'm using Chanyeol too, so-" I was interrupted by an angry Y/n.

"She's not a rebound, Chae! I didn't use her just to forget about what happened that night. She even comforted me. The bruise you made on my wrist? She treated it with care. So don't go around saying I'm using her!" She angrily retorted, her eyebrows furrowed. She gave me her sternest glare. I tried to hold back my tears to avoid breaking down in front of her. I bit my lip hard and frowned.

"Are you forgetting that she's a playgirl? She might be playing with your heart. Y/n, I'm here. I'll leave Chanyeol just for you, so I advise you to stop hanging out with her. I DON'T LIKE IT!" I shouted at her. I couldn't hold back the tears any longer. I broke down in front of her and suddenly hugged her, refusing to let go. I buried my head in her neck and cried.

"Chaeyoung, let go... please," she softly pleaded, but I didn't want to. I didn't want to let her go. I wished I could stop time and hold her for as long as possible. I'm sorry I didn't realize your feelings sooner, but I'm here now. Did you have feelings for her? Is she more important than me?

"I'm here now, so why won't you look at me with those eyes anymore?" I said gently while still holding onto her.

"I can't do this, Chae. I think you should go home," she said, and it shattered my heart. Have I come too late? Please, no, I need you.

"I love you," I confessed. Y/n stopped pushing me away and froze. Will she love me back? Will she choose me over Jennie? These questions consumed my mind.

"Chae, I'm sorry. I'm starting to develop feelings for Jennie, and my feelings for you are slowly fading away... I'm sorry," she said, and I cried harder at her words. No, please, no. I don't want you to love her. I should have realized it sooner. I don't want to let go.

"We can still be friends, but not more than that... I'm sorry," she said. But I don't want to be just friends. I want to be more than that. However, if lying to her will make her happy, I will gladly do it for her sake.

"Of course, we can still be friends. I'm totally okay with that," I said, letting go of the hug and forcing a smile. I'm trying so hard not to cry in front of her. I bite the inside of my cheek to prevent myself from breaking down.

"Thank you for understanding, Chae," she said, smiling at me.

"I should probably go home. We have class tomorrow," I said, faking another smile. It's for her happiness. Chae, endure it.

"Goodbye, Chaeng," she said, and I left her house. I walked to where my car was parked, got inside, and drove home. Along the way, I called Chanyeol to break things off. I dialed his number, and he answered.

"Hey, baby, what's up?" Chanyeol answered.

"Let's break up, Chan," I said with no emotion, tiredly sighing.

"What? Why? Did I do something wrong?" he asked, stuttering, but I cut him off.

"I love someone else. Goodbye," I said, ending the call and throwing my phone aside.

I walked into my room, feeling exhausted. I sat at the edge of my bed, thinking about what happened today. I let the tears that I had been holding back earlier flow freely.

"She's the one that got away," I whispered to myself, consumed by sadness and loneliness once again.