After the VCR, Milan was left in tears. She was really touched, especially when it was Ynna’s turn to talk. Ynna may not seem to be the best friend Milan could ask for but she is. Ynna was like family to Milan since a long time ago. They’ve been friends for over 10 years after all. She’s always been there for her and always cheered her up.

“Yah, don’t make fun of me, Chen!” Ynna screamed. “Go on. Be dramatic for Mil-ah,” Chen said behind the camera. Ynna stared at the lens and spoke in English. “What do I do, Milan? You’re so successful now and I’m part of SM the Ballad! We’ve been together for so long. We’ve cried together and laughed together. You know, I really love you though I don’t say it out loud. You know that the word love disgusts us if it’s not about those hot guys.”

The people laughed. Ynna smiled sheepishly. “Hey, I’m trying to be sweet here,” she said over the mic. “You failed, my friend,” Milan snickered.

“I still remember the time when you made me trip and you cried while saying sorry. That was so funny! Like it was my moment but you had to steal it away from me!” Ynna laughed with tears in her eyes. “When you told us you were going to study in Korea, it really hurt us. I never wanted to be separated from you. I won’t have this best friend to bother if you were gone. Luckily, my parents let me go to Korea.”

“Oh god, I am so thankful you became my friend. Other people come and go but you never seemed to do that. Even though we rarely see each other because you’re busy and I’m busy, we message each other random emoticons and messages, whether in Tagalog, English or Korean. I hate it when you speak Mandarin or Japanese though!”

“Anyways, I have to make this short. Chen is already laughing at me. Saranghae, chingu! We have to be together forever, arasseo? And we have to marry our biases,” Ynna winked before the screen went black.

“Which bias though?” Milan blinked a couple of times. “Well you have a lot of biases. Want to marry Hyoyeon?” Ynna said, earning a laugh from the audience. “Anyways, guys, EXO will perform next! Aren’t you excited?” Their senior turned to the audience.

The female shrieks filled the hall. EXO rushed back to the backstage… except for one member and that is Chanyeol. He kept on asking himself questions. Why does Milan keep on pushing him away? Why does she hate the fact he fell in love with her? Why did she tell him about her unsure feelings for Luhan? Wait, they weren’t unsure anymore. Milan does love Luhan. Luhan loves Milan.

He felt like the third wheel. He felt a pang in his heart. He wanted to cry but he kept it in. He was a man. Milan never saw him cry before because of something like this. She’ll think he’s weak, unlike Luhan who can control his tears if needed.

Chanyeol has to work harder to be better than Luhan to get the girl he loves.

“Good luck, boys!” Ynna cheered with a smile. “Do your best, arasseo? I don’t want to say you’re the group I’m handling if you embarrass me,” Milan crossed her arms. “Don’t worry, our beloved composer. We won’t embarrass you,” Luhan threw his hand on her shoulder. Chanyeol bit his lower lip. When Luhan noticed this, he put his hand away.

Suho gathered s together and they did their ritual.

“EXO SARANGHAJA!”

The boys went on stage and the people screamed. Milan swore she even heard a boy shriek. Then the music started. The best friends watched from the backstage and smiled to themselves. “Remember our first concert?” Ynna said. “Yeah. I don’t think EXO remembers it though,” Milan nodded. Ynna chuckled. “We were like around 15? 16?” Ynna said.

“Hello,” fifteen year old Ynna bowed at Chen. “Annyeong,” Chen greeted. The poor Ynna didn’t have a clue about Korean back then. Chen and Ynna communicated with the little English Chen knew. “This is for you,” Ynna handed a teddy bear. “Thanks,” Chen smiled at her and Ynna felt her world stop. Chen was perfect for her.

On the other side, Milan was nervously waiting in line. She was next. She was going to talk to Luhan. Oh god, her heart is beating so quickly. She might collapse soon. When it was her turn, Luhan chuckled at the sticky note on the album he was going to sign. “Hankukeoreul arasseo? (You know Korean?)” He asked her. “A little bit,” Milan said, emphasizing with her fingers. “You have a lot of time to improve then. What’s your name?” Luhan asked. “Apple,” Milan answered, not really liking her first name.

“Apple, like the fruit?” Luhan was able to continue a conversation with her in English since he knew more than “yo yo yo” as the fans thought. “Ne,” Milan shyly nodded. “Ah, oppa, this is for you,” Milan took out a stuff toy of L from Death Note. “How did you know I like anime?” Luhan smiled widely. “Lucky guess?” Milan sheepishly smiled. “Xie xie,” Luhan bowed his head. “Bu yong xie (Don’t mention it),” Milan accidentally answered in Mandarin.

“Wow, you know Mandarin too?” Luhan blinked his eyes. “A little bit. I’m studying both languages along with Japanese,” Milan answered. “Good luck then, Apple. I hope to see you again,” Luhan smiled widely at her before handing the album. When Milan went on her way, her heart was still beating quickly.

But a pair of eyes have been watching her all this time.

“That was great, guys!” Milan cheered. She then proceeded to go to Chanyeol. “Ah, oppa, why do you look so down?” Milan asked with furrowed eyebrows. Chanyeol shook his head. “It’s… nothing,” he said lifelessly. “The happy virus is blue. What can I do? Hm?” Milan pestered him. It was so adorable but Chanyeol still had this sad feeling inside of him.

“Mil-ah, will you ever give me a chance… is there any chance you could love me like you love Luhan-hyung?” 

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I have a feeling this fic will end up with more than a hundred chapters ahahaha I'm enjoying making Chanyeol suffer. I am so sorry