“Eunhyuk oppa, I think I like someone. But he probably doesn’t have any feelings for me. I mean I don’t know what he feels… It’s like… It’s complicated.” Hyoyeon says, sighing to herself. “I’m really confused with the signals he’s sending me.”

Eunhyuk raises an eyebrow. “How come you’ve never told me of this crush? Since when did you have one? Why don’t I know? I should be the first person you tell once you know or feel anything, you know? I’m your best friend!” His words spills out all at once, and they come out without him even thinking about it. He surprises himself.

“Okay first of all, I said I ‘think’, and you are the first person that I’ve told.And, why are you so concerned?” She asks, tilting her head at him. He bites his lip, hurriedly trying to find an answer as all sorts of possibilities occurs to him. He is confused as to why he’s like this too.

“… I don’t know.” He answers. Hyoyeon reels in shock. He’s never had such an answer for her before. It doesn’t even qualify as an answer. Being her best friend, he is also her mentor, because he gives her so much advice that she took sincerely. She laughs at the ridiculousness of it all. “… Anyway, the person I like is Zhou Mi, you know that really handsome guy that just came to our school from China? He’s really cool.”

Eunhyuk knits his eyebrows together, folding his arms. For some reason he couldn’t assess the ‘problem’ properly. This foreign feeling makes him extremely frustrated. He’s never felt this way before, like a thousand knives stabbing him in the chest. Sure, he’s gone through heartbreak, but this is the first time something affects him so much.

“… Yeah. I know him. Why do you like him? He’s a player, you know. The guy goes around giving flowers to random girls. He’s not worth your time.” He’s now throwing words into the air without caution, once again surprising himself.

“Okay seriously, oppa, he doesn’t do that. It’s just a rumor that everyone’s been spreading around. What’s wrong with you?” She stands up, and walks off, muttering incoherent words under her breath.

“Hey, wait…” He runs after her, grabbing her wrist, determined to tell her the sole piece of advice he could give. “You’ll know he’s someone special, when no matter what kind of mood you are in he can always manage to make you smile.”

“Thanks.” She shrugs off his grip and murmurs bitterly.

… She is right though. What is wrong with him?