Kihyun’s little idol friend, Hoshi, whooshes past me and up to her as if she was his best friend instead of mine, then perches in my now vacant spot next to her. She flicks her long jet-black locks to one side in what I know to be a conscious act. So, I look. Dangling from her perfect lobes are the earrings I gifted last Christmas, accentuating the length of her slender neck.
"You look so pretty!" he cooed. "I love how the color looks on you! You look like a little angel" he then smiled, sweeter than sugar drawing her into his arms.
She greets back with a hug that could melt mid-winter snow “little ha?” she chuckled taking another sip, trying not to lose all of her lip gloss on the rim. Kihyun had introduced the two a little over a year ago, they had been friends ever since.
“He’s got that smooth talk on point, doesn’t he?” Jin suddenly appeared with a quick nudge to the side of my shoulder.
“Uh, yeah. So smooth. Too bad he’s still a tot.” When I look over at Hoshi, I get a jab in the ribs from Jin. "Jealousy ain't pretty," he says “perhaps you could tell her how you actually feel, instead of this.” He points back at me as if I were a pathetic spectator.
Stupid Hoshi is giggling again, unmanly it is, his muscles are shaking and tears stream from his half-closed eyes. It's been almost an hour since he’d distracted her, away from me. I hold my breath behind pursed lips to steel myself against the gales of frustration to come. It always does. I know what's happened, she’s just cracked another joke and now their bonding over it, over two sodas and a bowl of chips. Lighting up brighter than a bulb he has that soft look on his face. It was a crush, I can tell.
From afar she smiles like she's happy right to her soul, perfect right down to her micro-expressions. I struggle to keep up a conversation, I can't help glancing over at her, black hair against her sun kissed skin. I get another jab; "Your face looks constipated, man-up and talk to her. She’s your best friend for god sake!" Kihyun grumbles beside me. He was right, my best friend, the reason for my second guessing.
I ache when I see her smile. I want it to be directed towards me. For me.
Hoshi is grade A: grade A in the idol world, body and witty personality. The girls drool and vie for the tiniest sliver of his attention. He could have any girl he wants, yet he still works hard to hold her attention. How fair is it he won every lottery out there - genetic, personality, effortless charm. The more I dwell on the notion of Hoshi the blacker my heart, the more I want him to fail and be miserable.
I want to run towards her, snatch her away, yet I am rooted to the floor. I want to be strong and nonchalant but I am shaking. I feel drawn in and pulled away. In our world, emotions this strong come with a warning, but that night when she lay in my arms, we shared them openly and unguarded. If that isn't conflicted, I don't know what is.
Glancing over I see it first in his eyes, then the tension of Yoongi’s muscles. His eyes narrowed and set hard; they're glaring back at me. I am trying to understand the unspoken words he's telling me but I can't. Then he turns to go, shoulders sunken, hands in his pockets, disappearing into the crowd.
"Yoon-" before I know what I'm doing I'm I am chasing after him.
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