*Rebecca’s POV*

“Rebecca,” I was startled as someone grabbed me by the arm and pulled me into their room.

The person flicked on the light, revealing his identity.

“Minho?” I asked surprise.

“Yeah… we need to talk,” he said awkwardly, motioning for me to sit down on his bed.

“I’d rather stand thanks.”

“Suit yourself,” he shrugged.

“So, what do you want to talk about?” I asked, crossing my arms.

“I think you know.”

“Oh, are you referring to the day I caught you sleeping with Nicole while we were still an item? Yeah, I’m still a little confused about that myself.

“Look, this isn’t easy for me either,” he said, taking a step closer to me.

“Try anything on me, and I will scream. Everyone will wake up and come running,” I warned.

“That won’t be necessary. I just want you to know that… I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“Ha! Then what exactly was your goal?”

“I… don’t know. It started out as fighting, but then she told me why she acted the way she did. Did you know that she’s never felt love before; not even from her parents?!”

I turned and walked over to stare out the dark window on the far side of his room.

“And why was that so hard to say? You couldn’t have just told me that? You had to sleep with her behind my back?!” I asked in exasperation.

“I’m telling you, I wasn’t planning on going to bed with her! It just kind of happened! And don’t tell me you weren’t daydreaming about Onew while we were together. I saw the way you’d look at him. I still see it!”

“What are you talking about?!” I whipped around to face him.

“You’re in love with Onew. Just admit it!”

*Onew’s POV*

I stood frozen outside the door. I had simply gotten up to use the bathroom, but voices from Minho’s room had caught my attention.

I held my breath, waiting for Rebecca’s reply.

Minho noticed her looking at me in a special way? He thinks she loves me?

“Why should I admit anything to you?” I heard her say back to him.

“Just say it. You’ll feel better once you do,” Minho’s voice urged.

“Look, Onew and I are just friends; there’s nothing more to it! He’s 23 and I’m 15; how COULD there be anything more to it?!”

I felt my heart wrench at her words.

But there’s so much more to it, Rebecca. I wouldn’t care if I was 20 years older than you; my feelings wouldn’t change.

“So you’re telling me that you have no feelings for Onew, whatsoever?”

I listened closely for her response.

“Nothing more than a friend.”

I closed my eyes in pain and grabbed at my heart.

Please be lying. Please be lying for my sake. I need you to care about me as more than friend. Rebecca… I need you to love me.

Suddenly I heard footsteps approaching the door. I ducked around the corner just as the door swung open and Rebecca padded down the hallway. I stared after her as she went, longing to hug her from behind and whisper in her ear how much I cared for her.

“I love you Rebecca.” I rested my head against the wall as the words just barely escaped my lips.