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What would you do if your best friend dated your ex-boyfriend?
“eunmi? dating dohwan? why would she do that?” a concept seolhyun’s mind can’t quite grasp nor understand. perhaps because it’s too bizarre, too weird. eunmi knows of dohwan’s significance in seolhyun’s life and everything she’s felt for this man, something she hasn’t achieved to feel for anyone else up to this day. “i don’t think she’d do that. that’s like saying i’d date seungjin, which will never happen.” of course she doesn’t quite know which relationship eumi holds to her ex-boyfriend, whatever is going on there. whether or not they obtain feelings for another is not in her power, nor in her hand to control. if it happens, she will have to accept and live with it. but pull her own consequences. after all, eunmi has got to be the only person seolhyun fully trusts.
How does it feel being the most gorgeous woman in the world?
she didn’t remember the last time she laughed, not that hearty, not that loud at least. but here she was, laughing her heart out, truly amused. dainty fingers reached up to cover her mouth, conceal the sound, eyes curved; mildly flattered, a little bemused. she was unsure whether this was meant to be serious or a joke, honesty or mockery. nonetheless, it was cheesy, cringy, had the bridge of her nose wrinkle a little and her laughter die down to tiny giggles. “i wouldn’t know. you’ve got the wrong one here.”
Do you think about me sometimes then? Or miss me?
it was unlike dohwan to be that talktive, that curious. they hadn’t seen each other in years, ever since he ended up breaking her heart and ditching everything they had. now, suddenly, he was back in her life, with his presence, with a warning, with questions that mildly annoyed her, almost hurt. “why do you ask?” she responded, cleared her throat. mayhaps this was a game, a cruel game to open up old wounds seolhyun had deemed to have cured by now. although she believed she knew what kind of person he was, one who wouldn’t play this way, she couldn’t have known how the years had changed him, what kind of person he was now. “i don’t know if i miss you. i’m not sure if i should be missing someone who hurt me.” her view was glued to the space between her shoes, unable to look him in the eye. he was a cruel man. “i guess sometimes i do. it’s normal to think about people who were once in your life or meant a lot to you. i don’t know. i’m not good with this.”
Fuck, marry, kill!
a gruesome challenge she was meant to do. there was no one she could have possibly imagined marrying. the thought of marriage alone was enough to bring goosebumps across her skin. after the suffering her best friend had gone through because of that topic, seolhyun opted to stay far away from that. “i’d kill my father.” she answered, firstly, simply, her voice clear as day, no hesitation in her answer about that. he had betrayed the family, got his own wife murdered and his daughter sold out to a gang with a large amount of money as a debt on top of all. if there was anyone who deserved to die, even by her hands, it was him. “i’d fuck qian. i guess.” wouldn’t have been the first time, after all. she was quite attractive, quite interesting, yet things were quite simple with her. “and i’d marry … uh,” a rather long pause settled in the air, silence reigning heavy. pink lips pursed, unsure as she spoke again, “chris hemsworth?” sexy, handsome, talented, funny, wealthy : a good choice.
Do you hate me for breaking up?
HONESTY HOUR : OPEN
a question that made her chest feel a little tighter usual, brows furrowing, expression falling from her visage. she didn’t know just why he had to bring up the past. it was what it was: history, no longer holding any meaning, any significance. or so she thought, liked to believe, at least. dohwan had made his decision and seolhyun had gracefully accepted it back then.
sure, it hurt, tore out her heart and killed off any hope for true and genuine love to exist, but she came to terms with it, learned from it and grew from it. but to say she hated him would be a grand overstatement. the only person who’d earned that spot was her father and no one else.
“do you want me to hate you?” she asked in return instead of answering his question, slender arms coming to cross along her chest. hues of brown settled on his features, took in the details, little changes. but they were just as quick to be averted, attention soon settled on a painting nearby. “you had your reasons. you made your decision. i can’t hate you for something you chose to do in your life, even if that something includes me.” her shoulders lift, shrug, almost casually, yet not quite so. “as long as you have no regrets about it, i also have no reason to hate you.”
