How long had it been? Perhaps five to six years? Maybe since middle school? He couldn't remember clearly, since he'd fallen for the younger before he could've comprehended it. Usually, in these situations, there's always a happy ending where the main character's unrequited feelings are magically reciprocated by the one they love after they confess. But Beomgyu was no main character. He wouldn't dare being the main character even in his dreams, and there was no universe where he would be, because the main character's feelings are eventually reciprocated, while Beomgyu's stay unrequited.
He was fine with living with the feelings he had for his best friend. Because, well, it was fine as long as he could bear it, right? He thought he was doing a pretty good job coping, until....
"..."
Of fucking course this happens to the unlucky soul who just wants to be a bystander.
"Beomgyu-hyung! You won't believe it! Yeonjun-hyung asked me out!" There it was. Of course he always knew it was coming, but they'd known each other for years and Yeonjun had never once made a move on Taehyun. But there it was. The one sentence that could, and did, break his heart to the point of no repair. It literally did, because the next month, he found himself leaning over the sink of his bathroom, coughing up forget-me-nots while his lungs, inflamed, challenged his ability to stand still.
How fucking hilarious. He was gonna die just because Taehyun didn't love him back? You've gotta be kidding.