BebeandMuse
Ten years. 3,650 days. A lifetime of bestfriends and nothing more.
"In all our years together," Dunk started
"I didn't know you liked guys"
"I didn't know I did," Joong responded,
"Until I met Fluke."
"Wait..." Dunk's voice cracked
"So you mean, we've shared everything together for years? We've slept in the same bed, Joong. My head has been on your shoulder more times than I can count, and you didn't feel that spark with me? Not even once?"
"Dunk... I've just never thought of you in that way. You're clearly gorgeous, But I just don't see you in a romantic way"
"Are you saying Fluke is more attractive than me? Is he better than me? Is that why you could feel it with him in a few months, but not with me in ten years?"
"Dunk... this is ridiculous, i don't get why it bothers you that you're not my type"
"Is... is there something wrong with me, Joong?"
"There's nothing wrong with you. You're perfect. But why do you suddenly care? You've never thought of me in that way either, Dunk. Not once in ten years did you look at me and want more. You never minded the fact that I didn't think of you like that why now? he laughed
"I just..." Dunk started
"You're my best friend. That's the box I put you in."
"Don't pretend you mind being 'not my type' just because you're bored with your girlfriend."
"I'm not bored," Dunk whispered..
"I have to go now. Fluke might get lonely if I leave him too long."
The silence Joong left behind wasn't just empty-it was insulting.
Bored.
The word felt like a slap. Joong really thought this was about View? That Dunk was just looking for a distraction from a stale relationship?
He was gorgeous. He was perfect.
But he wasn't the type.
It wasn't heartbreak-it was a sting to his ego. After a decade of being Joong's everything, he was suddenly just the guy who didn't make the cut.
"You said I wasn't your type, Joong Archen? Well, suddenly... I mind."