“Why won't you take me seriously?”

Dahyun’s laughter fades, then, looking up at Tzuyu like she has a million times before, only this time, it's not a dimpled smile that greets her.

“Tzuyu?” Dahyun asks slowly, eyebrows furrowing in concern. “What’s-"

“This whole week I’ve been trying to confess.” Tzuyu stands before her, hands balled into fists by her side. “And every time you just laugh it off. If you don't like me, I understand.”

Dahyun can't speak, tongue tied.

“It’s okay,” Tzuyu says, even when it's not. “I’m sorry.”

Dahyun watches her go.

Dahyun can't bear to stop her.