He sucks.

Yuta was always a little oblivious; you found yourself wrapped up in him. It was supposed to be casual. Something two friends would do for comfort, fun, whatever else it may be.

Despite what you two would do in his bedroom away from the eyes of others, he would still act like the sweet boy he is in public. He’d nudge you under the table to make you laugh, he’d look at you with flushed cheeks and gentle eyes…how could you not fall for him?

However, it was casual after all. You felt yourself falling down from cloud 9 when you and Yuta were in his room once again. He sat with his back against the wall, sitting to the side of you on his bed. He was texting on his phone with a small smile tugging his lips, “She said she really likes me so we have plans tomorrow.” He says softly. He’d been going on a tangent about a girl he met in one of his classes. He’d been talking to her for a while and since you two were close, he felt comfortable enough to share it with you.

Contrary to his usual obliviousness, Yuta noticed your lack of response. He saw the way your body tensed as you laid on his pillow and he frowned a bit, “I hope we’re still friends,” He says softly.

He laid down beside you, facing you with his usual look of concern. The softest expression you’d ever seen. “I hope you don’t mind.”

He was hurtful in the most unintentional way.