"Definitely the blue one." Hyerin says when I walk about of the dressing room.

I wrinkle my nose

"Do you think he'll like it?"

"If I think?" She rolls her eyes. "I'm sure that he'll love it."

The blue one seems too much for the occasion. I look at the dress in detail, looking at each negative and positive thing that it does to my body. Hyerin tries to excite me with her gaze, but I don't think I'm so sure.

"My legs aren't thin enough." I let out with a gesture.

He rolls her eyes.

"Put on heels, problem solved."

The dress sticks to my body in an extraordinary way, and the material is really pretty. I don't have anything else to wear, much less for a Tuesday. It's Monday afternoon and I still haven't decided on what I want to wear.

"You know what?" I shrug my shoulders, trying to remove importance. "Why don't I just use one of my dresses that-"

"No." Hyerin interrupts me.

I give her a bad stare. She's practically trapped me inside a dressing room, forcing me to try on a million dresses.

The dress is beautiful, there's no doubt about that. However, it's really tight around my chest, making some things slightly show too much.

"Come one, Areum, you know you love it." She began. "Please, I promise that it looks perfect on you."

I look at it again up and down; I know that it doesn't look bad on me, but I'm still not that convinced. I feel like if it's too much for a party. Of course it's not for the party, but for who I'll see there...

"Do you really like it?" I ask a bit doubtful.

Hyerin rolls her eyes.

"Just take it off and let me pay for it."

I make a pouty face and obey. I walk into the dresser and take off the dress. I give it to her quickly over the door, and I hear how she quickly walks away to what I suppose, is the cash register.

I quickly finish changing and walk out, finding Hyerin handing me a bag with the dress inside.

"Done."

"Thank you." I smile at her.

"No problem. I know I'm the best friend of the whole world."

I roll my eyes.

"Don't exaggerate."

"You know I am." She smiles back, but then I hear her sigh. "I wish I was as fortunate with love as I was with friendship..."

I look at her from the corner of my eye. She told me that Jimin hasn't called her since the day at the bar. Hyerin still doesn't know if he's actually interested in her, or if he's just trying to play with her.

"Hey, everything will be okay." I say, throwing my arm over her shoulder as we walk. "If he likes you, he'll call you."

She sighs.

"I'm tired of waiting."

I smile.

"He'll call you, you'll see."

Once I say those words, my mind travels to another place. My mind is ordering me to call Taehyung and tell him what happened, or to just break up with him so that I could be calm with myself. But fear is my worst enemy, and I haven't fully decided yet.

"Do you think I should call Taehyung?" I ask in a low voice, with the hope that she didn't hear me.

"For what?" Hyerin asks frowning.

"To talk to him, I don't know... To see if I could end things in good terms..."

She blinks a few times.

"You want to break up with him?"

I notice the hint of excitement in her voice, and that depresses me. It's the first time I touch this topic, and it's the first time that I feel the strength to say it out loud. Taehyung is a good person, but he's not for me. I always knew that, but I was never able to admit it.

That spark didn't exist like how it did it in the movies. In between us, was only one complicity, but only as friends. Hyerin knew this better than anyone, and she also loves being right.

"Yes." I respond in a firm and decided tone.

She nods.

"Is it because of what you don't feel for Taehyung, or..."

She stares at me, waiting for me to finish the sentence.

"Or what?"

"I feel like if Jungkook, well... maybe he's confusing you, and that's why you're not thinking clearly to analyze things in detail. You know, when you make a list about pros and cons."

I roll my eyes.

"I only make those with things that don't have to do with feelings."

"You did it to find out if you wanted to start your relationship with Taehyung. I think the signs were present since the beginning."

"That's true." I let out after a few seconds. "It's because when we talk about Jungkook I... I don't know what happens to me."

She nods comprehensively.

"He's confusing, right?"

"Yes, very." I sigh. "But... I don't know, I like the sensation that he gives me when I'm around him."

"'Like'? Really?" Her sarcastic tone makes a small laugh come out if my mouth. "Seriously, I've seen you undressing him with your stare."

"That's not true."

"Yes, it is." She laughs. "I know that Jungkook generates some sort of intrigue, believe me, in the beginning, I also had a lot of questions, but... he's like you; he doesn't talk that easily."

"Well... thank you?" We both laugh, and I shake my head. "Also, do you know why he has so many tatt-...."

The question dies in my mouth when I feel the vibration of my phone in my back pocket, and I take it to find a text message from Taehyung.

Taehyung:
Hey! Do you have any plans
today? I want to pass by the
bar to see you.

I bite my lip. This is exactly what I was trying to avoid. Hyerin reads the message over my shoulder and makes a horrified gesture.

"Tell him you have diarrhea. Or that you're throwing up." I laugh and she shrugs her shoulders. "At least you'll both be sure that you're not pregnant."

"Hyerin!" I shriek, laughing. "You're not helping!"

She doesn't say anything, we just keep starting at the message. I quickly type a response and send it.

Areum:
Do you want me to stop
by your house in an hour?

"You sure do have tact." She mumbles next to me.

A response doesn't take long to arrive.

Taehyung:
Perfect. I'll see you then.
Love you <3

His message makes me think. His 'love you' breaks my heart, like if someone stabbed it slow and painfully. However, I can't hold back anymore. Keeping this longer is just hurting not only me, but him as well.

"I think we should leave. So that you could get there on time."

"Do you think I'll be able to do it?"

She shrugs her shoulders.

"Well, you've been together for a long time, but you said it yourself: you don't feel what you should when you're in love, and I think that's enough to answer your question."

I don't know if her phrase convinces me, but it doesn't matter. I have to do it.

I nod.

"Let's go."

While we're walking, I can't help but to think that maybe, just maybe, I'm acting way too impulsively.