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Song: "Droplets. (Interlude)" by Heavo

Question: What do you think of my music taste?
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M/N's P.O.V

I'm going to tell him. I have to tell him. I called him and invited him over. I can finally tell him all the feelings that have been bubbling up inside my chest. I need to tell him or I'll be overrun with emotions, I might even combust. I couldn't stand him anymore. I couldn't stand how his smile made my heart beat faster or how a simple touch of the shoulder made my entire face turn red. Everything he did made me want to sit there and admire him all day long, maybe even write a sappy poem like they did in old movies. My poor heart couldn't take much more, I couldn't stand next to him without my cheeks flushing and my heart beating twice as fast as it normally would. I hated how I had fallen for my best friend, but he treated me so kindly and introduced me to people who I now consider my closest friends. I wasn't surprised how easily I fell for him, he was everything you could ever want in someone; kind, sweet, optimistic, smart, etc. The list that I compiled for him goes on and on, stating every single personality trait that makes him. I know that would sound creepy to others, so I keep this crush to myself. Not even daring to tell Jimin or Yoongi, two of the people I trusted the most other than Hoseok.

I sighed as I fiddled with my sleeve, I still couldn't believe I'm actually doing this. I couldn't believe I called him and asked him to come over, which he happily obliged to. I sat on my light blue couch, nervously glancing at the front door every five seconds, hoping to hear a soft knock that meant he was here.
'What if he won't like you anymore?'  A  malicious voice nagged me, wanting to fill my head with negative thoughts. 'What if he doesn't want to see your face ever again?' I shook my head lightly, wanting to hear nothing from the pessimistic voice that wanted to see me fail.
"Think positively," I mumbled, tracing patterns onto the palm of my hand. "He'll still like you as a friend if he rejects you..." I felt tears prick in my eyes as I stopped tracing patterns onto my palm and stared at the oak floor of my living room.

Suddenly, there was a soft knock on my door, signally that he was here. I wiped my watery eyes before standing up and rushing to the door. He knocked again, something he did to annoy me.
"I'm coming, calm down." I laughed, pulling the door open. He stood there before walking in, his eyes examining me with suspicion.
"You okay?" He asked, his suspicion turning into concern. I nodded, giving him a weak smile.
"I wanted to tell you something, but it might be best if you sit down," I stated, watching him walk over to my couch and plop down onto it. "I hope you won't hate me or leave me after this, but it's okay if you do, I'll understand." His eyes widened slightly as he stared at me.
"I could never come to hate you or leave you, (M/n)!" He stated, his brown eyes pooling with worry. "Are you sure you're alright?"
"I'm fine," I assured him, feeling as if I was about to pass out. "I... I know this might sound childish, but I've liked you for a long time now and I know you don't like me back. I completely understand if you only see me as a friend or as a brother, I'm sorry." He sat there his mouth slightly agape as the gears in his head turned.

"I'm so sorry, (M/n)... I don't see you that way." He softly answered, rubbing the back of his neck. "I have a boyfriend. I hope I didn't hurt you..." I felt my heart shatter into a million pieces, but I looked up at him and gave him a small smile.
"When did you get a boyfriend, lucky?" I asked, trying to quickly change the subject.
"We've been dating for nearly a month now, it's been the best relationship I've had in a while so far. His name is Namjoon, he treats me extremely well." He explained, causing my heart to ache even more. "Are you sure I didn't hurt you? I'm so sorry if I did." I shook my head as tears pooled in my eyes yet again.
"I'm peachy." I fibbed, my voice cracking as I tried to reassure him I was fine. "I think I'm going to go make some tea, do you want some?" He shook his head, standing up from the couch. He walked over to me and pulled me into a hug, rubbing my back as I let the tears fall from my eyes. I couldn't hold them back anymore, it hurt too much. It hurt to know he doesn't love me the way I love him.
"Let it all out." He whispered, stroking the back of my head. He always did that when I was upset, he knew it calmed me down.
"B...But, it-it hurts..." I sobbed, my tears beginning to soak his shoulder.
"I know, I'm sorry." He muttered, tears beginning to form in his beautiful brown eyes.
"Don't... Don't a-apologize." I mumbled as I laid my head on his shoulder, hating how easily my heat had fallen for him.

Out of all people, why did I have to fall for my best friend who would never love me back? My pessimistic thoughts were right, he wouldn't see me that way, but at least he still loves me as a best friend. That's all I'll ever be to him, his best friend. I can live with that, I'm just glad he didn't kick me out of his life.