_____'s POV

Sitting in the library ___ occupied a seat near one of the larger windows over looking the pond and tree area on her campus. It seems to be raining again.. She thought with a sigh. Even though she loved the rain, the way it smelled, how it seemed to soak every piece of clothing she wore no matter how careful she was, the rain now seemed to only hold memories of him. Of Chanyeol. Memories that after some time were slowly, painfully fading away. As she stared out of the window admiring the beauty of this soothingly glum weather _____'s phone rang. The name that appeared on her screen made her heart jump out of her chest, her lungs refused to allow her any oxygen to breath and her body sat there paralyzed by an ultimate fear that maybe she was imagining it again. Maybe she was imagining hearing his ringtone because this wasn't the first time something like this happened over the past month or maybe just maybe Chanyeol missed her. Maybe he was ready to speak to her maybe he realized that ultimately being stubborn and closing himself off from her wasn't his best decision.

Kris's POV

Why am I being tortured? Kris thought as the rain drops slowly fell down his window. Since his arguement with Chanyeol a few weeks ago it seems as if the dynamic of their relationship has changed. After allowing both men to cool down they talked to each other only to come up with one shocking conclusion. Kris isn't the only one harboring secret feelings for their close friend. "Hey Chanyeol we need to talk." said Kris in a stern yet soft voice. He hated fighting with his best friend, the only person other than ______ that seemed to stay by his side. And to be honest Kris didn't even want to think of losing him because if he lost Chanyeol than he would truly be alone, a fear that he has been able to avoid since the day he met her.. Chanyeol turned off the tv and turned to face Kris who was now sitting in one of the chairs in the living room. An awkward silence drowned the room as both guys just sat there. "Well aren't you going to speak?" Chanyeol said with a bit of disgust in his voice. Kris looked up, took a deep breath and tried his best to honestly say what he had been feeling. "I'm sorry. If I hurt you by choosing to let _____ go, I apologize. I never meant to offend you and treating you badly for the past couple of weeks hasn't been much help either." Finally Kris was able to take a breath because it seemed like time stopped while he was speaking. Chanyeol didn't move instead his eyes seemed to grow even more angry as the seconds slowly rolled by. "Are you freaking kidding me man?!" Chanyeol sighed frustratingly as he stood up. He needed to walk around a little bit, pace back and forth in the room before finally taking his seat and covering his face with his large hands. "I fell for her." he sighed silently repeating those words as if he couldn't believe them himself. "I fell in love with her even though I knew that she was yours. You could see it in her eyes. The way she smiled at you, laughed at you.." Kris cut him off, " Wait, don't you mean with me??" Chanyeol responded in a calm tone, "No, bruh at you! You were never funny." They both let out a chuckle but then the words soon sunk in. What Chanyeol said, how he said it. "I remember the first time I saw her. She was wearing this dress that fit her body perfectly with headphones in her ears. _____'s smile was so radiant that day. She looked truly happy as if she was enjoying whatever song was playing. I was walking attempting to stay calm when she collided with me. I tripped back a little and caught her off guard as she scrambled to pick up her phone that fell. I helped her out, I looked at her, gazed at her dark skin and then she smiled at me. The way I felt was incomparable to anything I have ever had the pleasure of feeling."

"I am so sorry. I didn't see you coming or anything. Thank you for helping me pick up my phone, you didn't have to." said ___ slightly embarrassed. 

"Kris all I could do was smile. I couldn't say your welcome or no problem I could barely hand her the items I retrieved. When my fingers slightly touched hers I felt so sick, the butterflies in my stomach were flying all at once."

"Its umm its okay. I wasn't paying any attention either, my name is Chanyeol by the way."

_____'s POV

Its funny how the people you meet are all connected to each other. Who would have known that Chanyeol was close to Kris, best friends with him. ~sigh~ I still remember his face, the look he gave me when we met for the second time that day..

"I was going to eat lunch with a friend of mines. You can join us if you want and we can maybe go over some ideas for the project." Kris said. "Yeah sure that sounds fine." I said smiling at the idea that I was making new friends and talking to someone that I found attractive. As we walked into the cafeteria I saw this tall guy standing in line that looked familiar to me. I thought nothing of it as I followed Kris through the maze of tables to the one his friend reserved for all of us. After retrieving my food I headed towards our table. There Kris was already seated but that same familiar figure was sitting next to him. I approached the table and was introduced, "Hey there you are. ____ this is Chanyeol the guy I was telling you about." I was shocked. My mouth was slightly open yet forced into a sincere smile. When he turned around to greet me his smile was bright yet his eyes seemed sad, clouded by the feelings that were beginning to form. He looked as if someone stole his lunch money and his girl all in one sitting. As we polietly hugged each other I found myself wondering what he was thinking.. Kris began the conversation, "So Chanyeol here met a girl today." he said playfully nudging him on his side. "No, please don't...not right now Kris." Chanyeol's voice said softly trailing off. Still smiling Kris hit him and said, "Don't be shy _____ is a cool girl tell her about it like you told me." Slowly Chanyeol lifted his head and looked me in the eyes, "She was um" his voice was quivering and I swore that I could hear him trying to hold back something, something that to this day I still haven't figured out. "She was beautiful. Her smile was so bright, her voice joyful and soft and her skin. Her skin was like the color of chocolate. So different from how pale mines is." He forced out a laugh as he looked away "But I doubt that she realized how I felt about her. I could barely even speak let alone look directly into her eyes." Using his right hand Chanyeol ran his fingers through his hair then his gaze fell upon me once again. "But if I had another chance I would ask her if she would like to have lunch with me or maybe get some ice cream. I would do anything just to have a small chance at making her mines." Right when I was going to respond his phone rang and Chanyeol excused himself from the table. "He's a bit of a romantic. He seemed to really like the girl but he refuses to tell me her name or point her out on campus." Kris said with a hint of confusion in his voice. I couldn't seem to respond. I'd lost my appetite and was now just filling my mouth with food so that I didn't have to speak. I felt this weight push my shoulders down and a tight pain in my chest that I knew was not going to fade away anytime soon. I felt like I lost something beautiful yet gained something precious in return. Nevertheless my instincts told me that since they were both friends, since they were both so close that I couldn't have him, I couldn't take the side of the first friend I met, of Chanyeol, because the look he gave me told me everything that he wanted me to know at that moment. We were to never speak of our meeting. I wasn't the girl he met earlier that day and he wasn't the friend that I was interested in.. Since that moment our relationship has been strained. Talking to each other in a manner that won't bring attention to us yet one that also leaves us both unsatisfied... I have been forced to take a role that was shoved at me and inexplicably have agreed to an oath that I never wanted to be apart of.