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"..."

"..." Coughs.

"Uh, yeah. Okay, this is awkward. See? This is why I couldn't believe I had been chatting with you this whole time. It's weird cause I was flirting with my crush's best friend."

"..."

"..."

"Hey!"

"Haha, very funny."

Blushes, "Don't- Don't call me Namjoonie."

Hides his cheeks, "Uh-huh."

Blushes even harder, "O- Okay."

"Uh, I am actually lying on my bed. I was doing my Literature homework when you called, but I ditched it when we started talking."

"Uhhh.... Yeah?"

"What's wrong?"

Laughs, then checks the time, "You still have time. Do it now."

Blushes, "Yeah, talk to you later."

*hangs up*

"Shit. She says 'Joonie' so sweetly..."

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(Y/n) flopped down on her bed.

She wanted to scream. She wanted to cry. She wanted to sleep. Sleep and never wake up.

Of all the people Kim Namjoon could have fallen for, it had to be her best friend.

Ji-soo didn't even know about it. She was clueless. Namjoon didn't know (y/n) liked him. She finally found the guts to tell him who she is, and he gives her the shock of his life.

Her chest hurt. It was as if someone had kept something heavy on it. She played off her hurt and pain when she talked on the phone (she was a really good actress; she should win an Oscar for her performance).

Before she knew it, a tear was rolling down her cheek and she gulped. Her throat felt constricted as she tried not to think about her best friend and her long-time crush as a couple.

She wiped her cheek and decided to herself that rather than crying, she should decide what to do now.

Should she tell Ji-soo? She would understand... But no, it wasn't her place to tell her Namjoon's feelings. In the end, she had to respect him telling her.

Meanwhile, Ji-soo was a complete goner for Seokjin, Namjoon's friend. (Y/n) didn't have the heart to break Namjoon's either. Although he would hate her if she doesn't tell him soon.

And what about her? She was a complete goner for him, and he thought of her only as a friend.

She sighed to herself.

This was one messed up love triangle. (Or was it a love square?)