Solar POV  

“Hwasa can I talk to you about something?” I ask after I finally get down to breakfast and sit next to Hwasa finishing off her fruit salad she likely got as a desert after her breakfast. Most people are finished eating I got held up with the mission of getting a new room key and changing before anyone realized I was wearing Byulie clothes. Although friends can borrow clothes? But out of everyone wearing the CEO’s clothes…  anyway no one noticed luckily so that’s over. 

“Yeah sure what is it?”

“On second thought never mind… “ I immediately regret 

“What? Come on you have to tell me now .” 

“Uhhh… about Moon byulie…”  I begin. I thought out of everyone Hwasa would be the easiest to talk to but why is this so difficult. I go for a drink of water to stall

“I know you slept in her room. You smell like her soap.” She puts me out of my misery before chewing on a grape and I cough on my water 

“We just slept! Sleeping !” I panic 

“Wow you are a horrible lair.” She laughs and I cover my face with my hands for a moment before internally giving up and going for my food. I got a large assortment of foods from the buffet. I’m starving. 

“Now you know.” I say while I chew 

“As long as it doesn’t interfere with your job have at it. Just lock the door or something so I don’t walk in on you in the office.” She says nonchalantly 

“What! No! We aren’t like together! “ 

“So it was like a one time thing?” She questions 

“….um… I got brought up thinking that this kind of thing is wrong… but I think I have feelings for her. You know byulie best so I wanted your advice on what I should do...” I confide 

Hwasa puts her hand on my back, “It’s not wrong. Having feelings for somebody is a beautiful thing no matter your gender. Our messed up society is what’s wrong. Just talk to her. She may seem cool on the outside but deep down she’s just a angsty teenager looking for love.” Hwasa jokes 

Hearing her say it’s not wrong brought out the emotions within in me and I try to hold back my tears. This whole time I was so afraid of embracing who I am. I just kept denying any signs. Now I look like a mess tearing up while eating an omelette. I’m so glad there’s hardly anyone here. 

“It means a lot to me to hear that.” I wipe my tears 

“Just be yourself. I mean I’m out here having thirds,loving my curves and showing off my tan skin.”

“And you look amazing.” I say checking out how well her body fits to her low cut top and Jean shorts 

Hwasa laughs, “Watch out or I’ll steal you from Byulie unnie.”

I laugh nervously looking back up to her face after my eyes got lost on her curves, “What?”

“Yip you are definitely into girls. Can’t believe Ididn’t see that sooner. Usually I’m so good.” She confirms 

Everyone keeps saying that to me recently…Is it really that obvious?

*** 

I feel a hand on my shoulder while I walk to the hall for our group activities for the day when I turn I see Byuls face. 

“Unnie, you left so fast this morning. Remember I told you… that I don’t want you to run away.” She whispers with a smile 

I’m still not ready I don’t know what to say to her, I start getting nervous and my heart beat increases. 

“Byul I… “ I start but before I can finish I see a group of people walking towards us. I panic and move back, “We should go inside before we’re late.” 

“Why don’t we go… together… “ I hear faintly in the distance as I walk inside the hall. 

What would people think Byul ah… I don’t even know what Wheein will say. 

*** 

I avoided Byul all day, luckily we weren’t in the same group again so most of the day we weren’t close to each other. I saw her looking over to my direction a lot… I mean I was looking too. She looked kind of sad… Before it got too late I  went straight to my room and now I’m lying in bed. I don’t know how I’m supposed to be around you… what if I start acting weird? What if people realize? Because I want to be close to you… Hwasa said I should just talk to you but I’m not very good with expressing my feelings… 

My phone rings and I take a look, it’s Wheein so I pick up. 

“Hey how is the retreat going?” She asks 

“It’s good… yeah good.” 

“Is something wrong?” She asks when she can tell I’m not my cheerful self

“I’m not sure… It’s nothing. I’m just a bit tired.”

“Did you forget who you’re talking to? I know you don’t know the meaning of tired.”

“Ok… if I tell you do you promise to be fine with it.” I say 

“Yeah.”

“Promise?” 

“Yeah I promise.” She laug