Wheein sat on her bed with her knees hugged up against her chest.

She knows that she needed a distraction from the nagging pain that is tugging in her heartstrings, but she couldn't find the motivation to do so. She wanted to talk to Hyejin about it, but she would have to spill a secret that wasn't hers to tell.

"Yong's already my girlfriend." Byul's words echoed in Wheein's head, as if her mind wants to spite her. Its been a week, and yet its all she could think about.

She finally knew why Byul wanted to have dinner with her alone. She feels ridiculous for even thinking for one second that they were on a date.

How Wheein wishes Byul is as easy to love as it was to fall for her.

She's mad. She's angry. She hates the situation she's in, because she's everything that shares the same meaning as resentful, and yet she couldn't blame Moonbyul. Because it wasn't her fault. It wasn't Byul's fault that she couldn't reciprocate Wheein's feelings. All Byul did was be her lovable self. It wasn't her fault.

And Wheein has never been frustrated as she is now, because she's okay when Byul is not around, but that's just the problem; Byul is always there, on her thoughts, on her heart, on her soul.

And how she hopes that she can hate Byul instead of hating herself.

"What's wrong?" Hyejin asks as she sits beside her best friend. Wheein has been distant since her date with Byul, and she could only think of one reason why. She hopes she's wrong, Wheein would always say that she's just tired, and that it's nothing, but she knows Wheein too well to pretend that it's nothing.

Wheein didn't want to talk about it, at least not yet.

But by the time Hyejin placed a hand on her arm, she knew it was too late; her emotions already got the best of her. Wheein was pulled into a warm hug as she let her tears fall free.

"I told Byul-unnie how I feel about her." Wheein tells Hyejin, she acknowledges that she never told Hyejin what she feels for Byul exactly, but she assumed that Hyejin already knows, anyway. It's Hyejin; nobody knows her like Hyejin does.

Wheein felt Hyejin's embrace tighten. She didn't need to tell her out loud. Hyejin didn't need words to know what happened. Hyejin just knows. And how Hyejin wishes she could squeeze away her best friend's pain out of her.

Hyejin's concerned at how Wheein's bottling it all up inside of her. She wonders how Wheein could look at Byul and manage to smile all those times, considering how painful it looks just looking at her best friend now; and she's not even the one actually feeling it. Although, technically speaking, Wheein's pain has always been hers too. "You don't ha