"I- I need to tell you something, Taehyung." I said while fidgeting my fingers. "What is it?" "I like you. Actually, no. I love you" I said looking up at him while blushing so hard. This is the first time I ever confessed to someone. And to my best friend. "O-of cause you do! We're best friends!" ~~~ A story where a girl stays herself and pretend everything is fine even after a lot of rejections from Taehyung. Is it possible for one person to stay strong even after a thousand stabs? Truly, love can both heal and hurt. ~~~ A/n: it's cliché, sorry.