Your friend. Best friend. Is about to leave the city. You don’t know what to do first, beg him to stay or confess how much you—want—him.

To shout at his face how much you regret going after Eunhyuk since you started high school when he never paid attention to you, how much you regret not having the guts to tell him that you fell for him.

“Let me go.” Dohwa’s voice is low. His hand on yours as you gripped his shirt. You both are standing in the middle of the train station. “Did you forget that I was moving today?” Of course you didn’t.