@dvrkmcon replying from here
"It doesn't sound fair", the generic commentary leaves her lips not even a second latter. But her feelings are genuine, even if she's tired and kinda drunk. The living room that was fully packed just ten minutes ago for her best friend's birthday party is now poorly lit, smelling like alcohol and a mix of strong masculine colognes, r&b playlist still playing its last songs as background noise by now. "Why aren't you? —Okay, I mean", Hoyeon asks in almost a whisper, a half empty bottle of beer in a loosely grip of her fingers while her eyes are on the other side of the room, on her passed out drunk best friend laying on the couch. All the atmosphere was actually cozy and familiar, but the night never felt entirely right when watching Hyejin from afar — after having her so close to herself nights before. Hoyeon felt tired, for so many reasons, but she was certain that woman beside her — her best friend’s girlfriend, for fucking sake, — made her feel something she’s not used to at all. And she’s clearly trying to ignore at that same moment, even avoiding eye contact with her, because the need to just pull Hyejin closer is dangerously intense.
Hoyeon’s question echoes in her head, nearly overwhelming the music that plays in the background. Why isn’t she okay? The words Hyejin so desperately wants to say are on the tip of her tongue yet when her gaze moves in the direction of her, so-called, “other half” slumped across the room causes such words to stop from ever reaching the surface. Tonight was harder than she had expected... countless stolen glances, yearning for just a touch — wasn’t nearly enough for Hyejin and the tiniest sliver of guilt that arose prompted what she had said just moments ago. “I’m not — but to keep him from being suspicious of anything I act as if I am okay,” her eyes drop to the floor, afraid of meeting the other’s simply because of what might follow thanks to having felt powerless against the desires that burned from just one look at Hoyeon, “I can’t help but think of what happened — with us, Hoyeon... I think about every, single detail, then try to make up a sorry excuse for why I do but I just can’t. And each time I do, I hate that you aren’t your best friend... more and more.”
