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wildtaeseok -- Aye (A)
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Aye's P.O.V

"What are you going to wear today for dinner with hobie?" I ask my best friend, Eunmi over the phone as I roam around my wardrobe hopelessly.

Nothing, nothing to wear!

"I don't know, it's not a big deal anyway." She replies monotonously, for a split second there I feel a heavy feeling inside; I am the one excited, I am the one who cares, and I am the one with a crush on Hoseok. Not her.

But I'm not the one who he likes, I'm just a third wheeler now. A pathetic one even. "Yah, you there A?" I snap out and shake off the unpleasant feeling. It's not her fault, you don't pick who likes you or who you like.

It just happens.

"Yeah, just..." I bit on my bottom like, "you know, looking for something to wear." I lie, she buys it and so the rest of the phone call goes on normally, just how I want it to be.

But deep inside, I knew none of what's happening was. Anyway, no one needed to know.

Eunmi doesn't know that I've been crushing on Jhope for years now, and I didn't tell her that Jhope likes her either. I refused to give up, I will just hold on a bit more. A little more.

I won't crash too soon, after all those years. I can hold on one more day to that idea of us. The us I made up, the couple only I know about.

When we end the call I throw my phone over the bed and fiddle with the big pile of clothes that lay on the floor of my bedroom. My phone rings again and I blindly answer the call.

"Hello," I proceeded looking through the clothes.

"Hi Aye," my breath hitches and my heartbeats race, I should get used to the feeling by now but I wasn't.

"Hi hobie," I say, cheerfully. I felt satisfied when my tone hide how I really felt.

"Eunmi is coming today, right?" He asks, the familiar heaviness occupies me again; I was hurt yet the tiny piece of hope I held because I never confessed yet made me bear with it.

"Yeah, she is." I voice with a toothless smile.

"I feel so nervous A, what if she rejectes me? Well, we all know she doesn't like me back-" I cut him off.

"Don't worry oppa, even if things didn't go smoothly at least you tried." How ironic, I should be saying that to nyself, I should've done that long ago, but I can't. I'm afraid, "And I'm sure you still have girls lined up for you," I swallow the lump in my throat and blink away the tears accumulated in my eyes.

I drowning in my own thoughts when he mumbles something I don't register, "what? I couldn't hear you Hoseok."

"No, no, it's nothing." He laughs, "thank you Aye," he continues and I shrug, the sole sound makes me feel better. We end the call at that and I throw a random dress over my bed not caring of how I will look anymore, he didn't ask anything about me anyway.

Time passes rather quickly and I start to get ready with the same low spirit I had. Checking my reflection to see the baby blue colored dress that barley reached my knees, I knew I will be crying today. So, I ditch any eye makeup and apply some BB cream and a light pink plum.

"I'll be going then mom! I'll be back early I guess," I call putting on my black flats.

"Okay darling! Take care, and send my greetings to Hoseok," she says from the kitchen as I nod to myself and go out. Since the restaurant wasn't too far I decided to walk, it's not like anyone was going to pick me up.

I had time for myself, I thought about my hopeless case and remembered how I talked to Hoseok about confessing. I strainly laugh at how helpless I feel.

But a new born confidence owns my soul as I decide to try, although I know I will get rejected, at least I won't be regretting not confessing to him for the rest of my life.

An ephemeral strike of pain is definitely better than an ever lasting anguish.

I nod firmly before I hit a solid figure causing me to back away and wince, I look up through the black curly locks of my short hair to find Jimin frowning at me as he holds his chest where my head collided.

"Aye?" He asks as a smile breaks across his previously confused face, he let out one raspy laugh of his before engulfing me into a hug. I smile involuntarily as I take in his miraculous sent, "what's my little best friend doing on the streets?" He asks shortly after letting me go.

"I should be asking you that," I poked his chest.

Showing off his eye smile, he mocks, "I was going for a snack at the convenient store since none of the hyung are free for me," I laugh and pat his shoulder pitifully, "Your turn- oh!" He stops as of remembering something, "shouldn't you be heading for dinner with Jhope hyung?"

"Yeah,"

"He headed there a few minutes ago to pick up Eunmi-- damn." He stops, Jimin's the one and only other human who knows about my unceasing crush on Jhope, he wasn't supposed to know.

"I knew this tension between you two was real! I felt it!" He claims.

And like that, I was like a deer in headlights, "Yeah, I'm sure he was being a huge busy body about his confession at the dorm with you guys." I shake my head, "hope it goes smoothly for him, but I still don't get why he invited me along. Like legit why-" I get cut halfway through my rambling when Jimin hugs me yet again, I sigh and feel my eyes wet.

"It's okay, it will be alright A." I nod against his chest and reluctantly break the hug.

"Thank you, I will need to get going now." I bid my farewell to a sadly smiling Jimin. His comforting words kept going on and on in my head.

It's okay.
It will be alright.

It's okay.
It will be alright.

I enter the restaurant and walk in after nodding to the attendant with a smile, I catch sight of Hobie and Eunmi sitting on a three seats round table. Readjusting my dress and hair to make sure I look presentable enough, I start walking to them then take my seat.

I could feel the tension between them as clear as sun, "hey," I break the silence, Jhope looks down at his lap and Eunmi twists her fingers in agony.

I missed something, huge.

"Hi Aye," he mumbled.

"Hey," Eunmi follows looking into my eyes, "I think I should go now, see you next week Hoseok," she clears her throat and stands up taking her purse and leaning forward before whispering into my ear, "talk to you later," I nod to her before she takes her retreat.

"What happened?" I ask, that was pretty dumb of me but I had nothing else to say.

"Rejection happened," he mutters with a loud heave and stands up leaving the money on the table, "let's go," he stretches his hand out for me and I hold it with no hesitation going through the whole electric sensations that seem to only affect me.

We walk together out of the restaurant side by side, hand in hand, I inhale and look over at the silent hobie that I'm not used to. I stop, hauling him in the process before he turns to me with a frown and stone face.

Looking up at his sad eyes, I heave a sigh and pull him into a soothing hug. Although I was glad I didn't attend the confession I still felt sad for him.

"It's okay, I'm here for you." I tightened my arms around his shoulders as only my tiptoes touch the grounds of the quiet empty street, soon his arms tighten around my waist almost picking me off the ground as he breaths out against the nape of my neck causing me to shudder.

"I tried," he whispered in a low husky voice before letting me go and looking down at me, arms still around my torso, "I tried," he repeats looking at me intensely.

We hold eye contact for moments before he lets out a strained chuckle and pulls his arms away, much to my disappointment, "thank you, I just need some alone time now I guess." He says, I immediately nodded.

"Of course, I will be available when ever you need me." I fight the urge to just let my tears out right there, right now but thankfully when I turn away I'm sure I've slipped out safely.

Maybe another time, he looks so sad. And just like everytime, I keep my mouth shut and suppress what my heart wanted to say.

"Aye,"

I was a couple of feet away from him now, my cheeks were wet and my voice was most likely gruff. I hum in reply and feel proud of my indirect hideaway.

"You know what I tried to do?" He asks. To my unfortane, it looks like he wants to talk. Whipping my face and silently clearing my throat, I prepare to to turn back to him.

Strong arms go around my waist, hauling my movement and when my heartbeats pick up I feel Hoseok's chest pressed to my back, eliminating any space between our bodies.

I swallow the gasp of surprise that almost falls out of my mouth as his arms wrap tightly around me, "I tried to distract myself..." He trails off.

I nod to him as a tears slips down my face, I wipe it off quickly so he won't know, "no you don't understand Aye."

What don't I understand, it's as clear as day. He tried to distract himself from Eunmi, I know. He tried dating other girls before her, he told me everything. I was being tortured, but he never knew because I always supported him, his choices, and his feelings. Only his.

However, I couldn't reply now. If I voice out a word he'll know that I'm crying.

"I've been distracting myself from," he stops for a second, nuzzles his nose in the crock of my neck and breaths me in, the sole gesture makes me weak to the knees but I hold it in, "you."

Ambivalence, I'm filled with it. I feel too many emotions all at once, I'm overwhelmed, bewildered and star struck. It was all too much so I lose my composure and let out a sob, involuntarily blowing my cover.

Jhope quickly turns me around, not letting me go as he takes my wet face between his warm hands. He doesn't say anything more though surprise was evident on his face, his thumbs trace the hot liquid hanging under my eyes.

"It's you, it've always been you but I couldn't-" he stops and I hear his inhale, "You always said we're just best friends, Jimin was there too. It felt so hard, so I tried distracting myself- all those girls, I always targeted the ones you knew so I could make you jealous, but you never showed any signs of discomfort. If it was one thing you did, you supported me and every time I felt so angry because of that."

"What," I choke back a sob, I can't believe it, "Eunmi? What about your crush on... Eunmi?"

"She knew, she was helping me. She told me I should muster up the courage to go get what's really mine instead of hitting around the bush. But I fail, right?" Hoseok let's out a strained chuckle.

Complete nonsense, is this even possible?

"Talk to you later," I remember. Is this the talk she mean, was this what we were going to talk about?

"I'm sorry, I've been a coward. I know, but I was afraid. And I still am."

It was a weak push, all what it would take to vanish the few inches that are separating us. But I need to say one thing first.

"I was afraid too. But not anymore."

Now I do it, I push myself forward and my lips touch his. Fireworks circulate my body and that every word he said was a replica of my own didn't help in the abnormality of what's happening right now.

His eyes are wide open, his mind was still comprehending what's exactly happening, but as soon as he does I feel his smile against my lips and I sob from how happy I truly felt.

He kisses me back.

Hoseok likes me back.

His arms move down and wrap around my waist, pulling me closer and kiss becomes much deeper emphasizing the glory of this moment.

I was over the moon, and at that dimension, I knew I wasted four years of similar glorified happiness.

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