You've only been friends with Nathan for a few months, but you know he's gay. It's clear in his voice, his mannerisms, his preferences. Even though you know you can't reciprocate his feelings, you love him. He's the only person who truly listens to your stories, your dreams, your anxieties. He's a bit of a nerd, but undeniably handsome and charming.

One day, while scrolling through Instagram, you see Nathan's post. A comment catches your eye - "baby boy," written by Kyle, the same boy who had once asked for your hand in marriage. Your heart skips a beat. You immediately text Nathan, asking who he is. Nathan simply replies that he's just a friend and they were just messing around. You know Nathan has a preference for Korean guys over Indonesian, but still, you can't help but worry. What if he falls for Kyle?

Later that day, as you walk down the hallway, you see Nathan holding his phone, his face lit up with a smile. You want to scold him, to tell him to steer clear of Kyle, but you can't bring yourself to do it. You don't want to push him away. He's your only friend, and you know you have to suffer in silence, trying to bury your feelings for him.

"Mhie, check this out," he says, his voice full of amusement, as he approaches you, phone in hand. "He's got abs," he chuckles, his eyes sparkling with pride.

You look at the picture on his phone. It's Kyle, his shirt half-unbuttoned, revealing his toned physique. A wave of heat flushes through you, a familiar pang of jealousy twisting in your gut.