A knock came from the door of the bathroom stall Yuta had locked himself in. He dried his tears, wiping them away as he got up, ceasing his sobs as he opened the door, to reveal Taeyong, eyebrows furrowed. He had a frown on his lips, the words he'd uttered next was something he never thought he'd hear coming from his best friend, but perhaps, they were expected.

Instead of asking an 'are you okay?' like he usually did, he did something else.

His hand reached up, slapping the younger's cheek harshly. Yuta stood frozen, shocked as he clutched his own cheek in pain, a blank look on his face, despite the betrayal shown within his eyes. "Taeyong hyung..." he trailed off, a loss for words.

"You piece of ," Taeyong mutters angrily, "You made Eunbi cry because she thought you didn't like her since you ran away."

The things love does to a person, Yuta thought, scoffing as he glanced up at the older. "So maybe I don't. What's it to you? You never liked my previous boyfriends, or crushes, who I dropped because you didn't. Now I can't not like your crush without you getting mad at me? Bull. I dropped everyone, including the ones I was genuinely happy with, because of you. Do you know how many people I made cry because of you?"

"But still, Yuta--"

"Shut the up, don't talk to me. I'll just spend the rest of the day skipping class with Hansol hyung or something. Go and run off to your girlfriend, why don't you?" Yuta spat bitterly, bumping into Taeyong on the way out, grabbing his bag and slinging it over his shoulder.

Yuta found himself behind the counter, a dead look in his eyes as he made an americano for a customer. He forced a smile as he set it down on the counter.

"Drink it, Yuta. You need it desperately.