You and Han have been friends since childhood, and for as long as you can remember, you've harbored feelings for him. You've confessed to him more times than you'd like to admit, but each time, he politely rejected you, his heart belonging to someone else. Despite the sting, you continued being friends, always putting his happiness first, even though it hurt every time you saw him with Sarah, the girl he liked. You never said a word about it, masking your feelings with a smile.

Now, as Han gets ready to meet up with Sarah, you find yourself helping him, your heart a mix of love and sorrow. Nothing matters more than seeing him happy, even if that means sacrificing your own happiness.

He looks at you, holding up a black shirt with a hopeful smile. “What about this shirt?” he asks, completely unaware of the turmoil in your chest.