☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:✧ Aisha POV･ﾟ✧.: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆ ☾

It didn't stop there. It escalated to the point I shoved him off. As much as I liked him, for Minho's sake, I couldn't continue. This isn't right.

"Hyunjin..." I told him. He approached me, grabbing onto my waist. Placing his hand on my face, he caressed my cheek with his thumb.

"Aisha..." He knew I couldn't say no to him like this. "Please... I can't control it anymore. I've loved you since we first met. I want you," Moving his face closer to me again, staring into my eyes with an emotion filled, loving sparkle. Once again, his lips met mine.

What are you doing? I don't know anymore. I don't know how to feel.

Those words are what I've wanted to hear from him ever since I had a crush on him. Now, I finally hear it, but it just didn't sound nor happen, the way I imagined. The feeling of happiness pulsed through my veins at the same time my regret did. It mixed together into an impulsive, reckless emotion that I didn't know how to control. Did I want my joy to go in exchange for Minho's trust? Or do I let everything happen, ignoring Minho's feelings?

It's best to stop. That's the thing, Voice; I don't want it to stop. At the same time, it wasn't right if I let this happen.

Finally deciding to act on my thoughts, I pushed him away again. "Hyunjin this isn't right," I was at words to describe further. He got the message, backing away a bit.

"Aisha..."

"No, Hyunjin. I'm sorry. I like you, I really do. I just... I can't be with you."

"Why?" He pleaded. His face went cold as the next words came from his mouth. "Is there someone else?"

I looked at the ground. "Not exactly," When I looked up, he had moved closer to me.

"Then what's stopping you? We feel the same way,"

I couldn't out Minho by telling Hyunjin the real reason. I couldn't lie to Hyunjin, either. Let me speak, I've got this. I can get us out of this, but you'll owe me a favor. Whatever to get out of this situation.

"My friend has a crush on you. I can't betray her by making out with her crush at his house." The voice had a point though. It wasn't completely lying.

He seemed disappointed, but understood this time. I gave him a weak smile. "I'm sorry. Can we please keep this between us? Everything that happened..."

"Yeah, I get it. It's fine. Just... Do you really like someone else? Do you not like me anymore?" He asked me.

I shook my head. "I don't like anyone. And it's not that I don't like you... it's just that I can't be with you. If she changes her mind about liking you, I'll let you know. Until then... I'm sorry." I sighed. "One more thing. Are you... bisexual?"

He looked confused. "I don't think so, but I could be wrong. I've never thought about being with a guy, so no I guess."

A feeling of sadness washed over me. I'm sorry, Minho.

"What's wrong? Is your friend a guy?" I shook my head, lying to him.

"No, it's just out of curiosity."

"Awfully sad for curiosity,"

"What can I say? I'm an emotional fatherfricker," He chuckled at my words. I'm glad that the atmosphere wasn't dry and awkward like how most people describe it.

"Just know that, if you ever change your mind, I'll be here waiting for you," He told me. I smiled.

"I'll keep that in mind,"

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The rest of the night, all the way until 12 pm, I was at Hyunjin's. We fought for a good 10 minutes over what to do before finally landing on the decision to watch a romcom. Half way through, I found myself dozing off on his shoulder. The last thing I remember was Hyunjin pulling the blanket over me. The sound of a notification popped up on my phone, which was sitting on the table next to the sofa, but I was too tired to check.

Hyunjin stayed where he was, not wanting to wake me up. I ended up staying there all night, sleeping beside him on the couch. His warmth is what kept me feeling comfortable or else I would've moved. I didn't want to move while laying next to him. The feeling of his breath brushed against my skin gently. We soon found each other both dozing off on the couch together.

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:✧ Felix POV･ﾟ✧.: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆ ☾

I found myself staring at Aisha's status all night. It said offline, but what if it was just lying to me and she was really online? I wouldn't know. I hope she's okay wherever she is. Somehow it's 11 pm at night, yet I'm here watching my phone, praying that Aisha will text me, even though she's not awake.

Why must time pass so slowly but so quickly at the same time? What would happen if she was awake? Would she text me back? Or would she ignore my message? Only one way to find out. With my fingers moving fast, I typed out a message.

ᴍᴇ: ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ᴀᴡᴀᴋᴇ?

There was no response. Hours past and still no response. She must've really fallen asleep. As long as she's comfortable, I'll be alright. I just hope wherever she is, whatever she's doing, she's happy. On the bright side, I'll see her tomorrow. No worries, it's all good.

Aisha... Wherever you are.... I just want you to know that... 

I think I'm falling for you.