yahoooo~~ Sorry for last chapter being so short- since this story will be fairly long though, I think it's okay to have some short chapters. Right? I hope so.

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I do not own MM!

I fumbled for my phone, rolling over in my bed, a sleepy groan escaping me as I groped the sheets, searching for it. I found it, answering the call clumsily, holding the phone to my ear.

"Mm... 'Lo..?"

"Saeran?"

I felt more awake as Yoosung's voice came through, laced with concern and worry. I propped myself up on my elbows, leaning against them for support.

"Yoosung? What's up? Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I... I just need.. Your advice, I guess."

I blinked slowly, switching the phone to my other ear.

"Okay. With what?"

"Well," He hesitated, his voice hitching audibly in the reciever, "I... Think I have a crush on someone."

I froze, swallowing thickly as I felt an icy chill wash over me.

"... On who?"

"There's this girl who joined the coffee club," My grip on my phone grew tighter as he spoke, "She's been talking to me a lot whenever the club meets up, and she seems really nice. I also think she's really cute- I was wondering if you thought I should try to ask her on a date?"

"Why do you like her?" My voice came out aggressively, my breathing picking up pace. Yoosung must have brushed it off as my usual indifferent attitude, as he continued to reply like nothing was wrong.

"Oh, well, she also plays LOLOL, she mentioned her avatar during club hours, and I asked her about it. We got into a conversation about it, and I found out that she's taking the same major as me, I just had never seen her in any of my classes."

My free hand was clenched into a tight fist, my veins nearly popping under the force at which I held it closed.

"...Tell her, then."

"But, I'm scared to. What if she doesn't like me?"

"Well," I growled, sitting up straight, digging my nails into my thigh, "Do you really think complaining to me about it is going to help change that?"

"I- Well, I just-"

"Whatever," I cut him off, my voice dripping with animosity as I spat the words out at him, "If you like her so fucking much, just go talk to her then!"

I hung up the phone, vaguely hearing him call out as the line cut off. I threw my phone across the room, my anger filling every inch of my body. My hands were shaking uncontrollably, and I brought them to my face, covering the tears there- I didn't even realize I had begun crying. I rocked back and forth, trying to control the gasps of breath that were ripping through my body.

"Fuck- FUCK!" I cried out, balling my hands into fists, bringing them down upon my thighs, angry with myself- so fucking angry with myself- I was the worst excuse for a friend that there could be, lashing out at him, feeling betrayed by him just because he found someone he liked, and he had no idea why I even reacted that way.

I curled up into a ball, burying my face in my arms, choking on my tears. I don't know how much time passed until I passed out in the damp sheets; stained with my regret.

:c poor babu

~Pixil-8