You first met Noctis during college night. Your shared house was used for a freshman party. No, it didn't start with a meet-cute. Instead, he climbed onto your bed, half-naked, taking you for the wrong girl; which was your roommate.

"Ah, that was Calvin Klein," you frowned after holding the perfume bottle you sprayed to his eyes.

You had a little bickering moment, throwing honest yet brutal words to his ego — and guess what? He loved it.

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Fast forward to time, you became best friends. Although, his habit of picking up girls never ended. He even made countless rules about his hook ups — he was just not the type to commit into a relationship, even when they're already reaching their thirties. Settling down never seemed to be an option he considered.

Just best friends. But he remembers your obnoxious coffee preferences at Starbucks, remembering every little detail to ensure you'd have your perfect cup. He knows what to order for you when you go out to eat with him. He loves the silly games you play — always knowing the specific food he'll order at a new place while waiting at a long line.

Maybe that's the thing. Maybe Noctis haven't realized it yet. But the countless of hook ups he had could never match the afternoon strolls at the park with you.

So, why was he having a hard time when you're gone for a week for a business trip? He finds himself doing the things he usually does with you with other women, but it's never right.

When you got home, calling him for dinner, why was he excited? Why was he browsing his best suits?

Why did it hurt when you looked absolutely enchanting in your dress as you asked him to be your maid of honor?