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"You don't have to do all this, you know."

Warnings: None!! WC- 218 Paring ▹ Park Jay X Fem!Reader, Established Relationship

(Name) stood in the centre of Jay Park’s luxurious penthouse, her arms crossed as she eyed the latest gifts he had brought in. Designer bags, jewellery, and a bouquet of her favourite flowers—all arranged carefully on the grand marble table.

Jay, leaning casually against the kitchen island, just smirked. “But I want to,” he replied, his tone light and teasing. “You deserve the best, and I can give you that.”

(Name) sighed, walking over to the table, her fingers lightly brushing over the leather of a new handbag. “It’s not about deserving it. You spoil me too much.”

Jay pushed off the counter and strolled toward her, his presence effortlessly commanding. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.” He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close. “Let me take care of you. Let me do this.”

She looked up at him, her expression softening. It was hard to argue when he looked at her like that, with such sincerity and affection. “You’re impossible,” she murmured, though there was no real annoyance in her voice.

“I know,” he replied with a grin, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “But you love me anyway.”

(Name) rolled her eyes playfully, leaning into his embrace. “Yeah, I do.”

And as Jay held her close, he couldn’t help but think that no matter how much he spoiled her, it would never be enough to show how much he truly cared.

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✎ PAIRING! Lee Heeseung x Hana Kang (1st person)

✎ SYNOPSIS! You always wondered if Heeseung would love you back. If he would be the perfect Boyfriend. Or even husband… Too bad you're too insecure to even ask him out. But what exactly happens to the two of you after an incident…

✎GENRE! Childhood Friends to Lovers, Angsty at times, written series, unrequited love

✎WC! 2.6k

ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: ʟᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ- ʟᴀᴜꜰᴇʏ, ᴘʜɪʟʜᴀʀᴍᴏɴɪᴀ ᴏʀᴄʜᴇꜱᴛʀᴀ 1:35 ───ㅇ───── 4:29 Volume: ■■■■■■□□□□

➥ The next few days were a blur of classes, studying, and moments with Heeseung that felt comforting and confusing. They hung out with their friends, but Hana couldn't help but notice the subtle changes in their interactions. The way his hand lingered on her back, the shared glances that lasted a bit too long — it was all different now.

Hana and Minji sat in the library, surrounded by stacks of textbooks and notebooks. The soft hum of students murmuring and the rustling of pages filled the air. Hana stared at her notes, trying to focus on her upcoming exam, but her mind kept wandering back to her complicated feelings about Heeseung.

Minji glanced up from her book and noticed Hana's distracted expression. "You okay?" she asked, concern in her voice.

Hana forced a smile. "Yeah, just a lot on my mind," she replied, not wanting to delve into the details right now.

Minji put down her pen, leaning back in her chair. "Come on, spill. I can tell something's bothering you."

Hana sighed, knowing she couldn't keep it from Minji any longer. "It's Heeseung," she began, her voice low. "We... we decided to try a friends-with-benefits thing."

Minji's eyes widened in surprise. "Wait, what? When did this happen?"

"After the party," Hana explained, fiddling with the edge of her notebook. "It seemed like a good idea at the time, but now... I'm not so sure."

Minji's concern deepened. "How is it affecting you?"

Hana looked down, her fingers twisting together. "I thought I could handle it, but seeing him with Jieun today... it hurt. A lot. I didn't expect to feel this way."

Minji reached out and squeezed Hana's hand. "You like him more than just a friend, don't you?"

Hana nodded slowly, tears pricking her eyes. "Yeah, I do. And now I'm stuck in this arrangement that I agreed to, but it's tearing me apart."

Minji's expression softened. "You need to talk to him, Hana. You can't keep pretending you're okay with this if you're not."

"I know," Hana whispered. "But what if he doesn't feel the same way?"

"Then at least you'll know," Minji said gently. "And you can decide what to do from there. But keeping it all inside is only going to hurt you more."

Hana nodded, feeling a mixture of fear and relief. "You're right. I need to talk to him."

Minji smiled reassuringly. "I'm here for you, no matter what. We'll get through this together."

Hana smiled back, grateful for her friend's unwavering support. "Thanks, Minji. I needed to hear that."

"Anytime," Minji replied, giving Hana's hand one last squeeze before letting go. "Now, let's finish studying so you can focus on what you need to do."

As they returned to their books, Hana felt a weight lift off her shoulders. She knew the conversation with Heeseung wouldn't be easy, but she was ready to face it, knowing she had Minji by her side.

Later that afternoon, as they were packing up their things, Minji glanced at Hana. "Hey, want to grab some coffee before heading back?"

"Sure," Hana replied, although her mind was preoccupied with the thought of Heeseung not returning his feelings.

They walked over to the campus café, discussing their classes and upcoming assignments along the way. As they pushed open the café door, Hana's heart sank at the sight of Heeseung sitting with Jieun. Jieun noticed them enter and shot them a cold look before turning back to Heeseung, her laughter ringing through the air. Hana couldn't help but clench her fists, a mix of jealousy and discomfort swirling inside her.

Minji caught Hana's change in demeanour and followed her gaze to Heeseung and Jieun. She frowned slightly, sensing the tension. "Should we grab our coffee to go?" Minji asked quietly.

Hana hesitated, feeling Jieun's eyes on them like daggers. "Yeah, maybe we should," she said softly, avoiding Jieun's gaze as they hurriedly ordered their drinks.

They found a quieter spot outside, away from Heeseung and Jieun's table. Hana let out a sigh of relief, the tension easing from her shoulders. "Sorry, Minji. I just... I'm not to deal with her bitchy behaviour today."

Minji nodded sympathetically. "I get it. Seeing them together like that must be tough."

"Yeah," Hana admitted, stirring her coffee absentmindedly. "I thought I could handle it, but... it's harder than I thought."

Minji reached out and squeezed Hana's hand. "You don't have to pretend everything's okay if it's not. Have you talked to Heeseung about how you feel?"

Hana shook her head, her thoughts still jumbled. "Not yet. I need to figure out what to say."

Minji nodded understandingly. "Take your time. When you're ready, we can talk through it."

Hana managed a small smile, grateful for Minji's support. "Thanks, Minji. I appreciate you being here."

As they sipped their coffee in silence, Hana couldn't shake the feeling of unease. She knew she needed to confront her feelings with Heeseung, but seeing him with Jieun had stirred up doubts she hadn't expected.

Hana sighed, setting her coffee down. "I just don't get it, Minji. Why is he spending so much time with her?"

Minji nodded thoughtfully. "It's hard to say. Maybe they're just friends."

Hana shook her head, frustration evident in her voice. "It's more than that, I can tell. Jieun doesn't like me, and she's not subtle about it."

Minji raised an eyebrow. "You think she's trying to come between you and Heeseung?"

"I don't know," Hana admitted, picking at the lid of her coffee cup. "But it feels like every time I see them together, she's trying to mark her territory or something."

Minji frowned, clearly concerned. "Have you talked to Heeseung about how you feel?"

Hana nodded slowly. "Not yet. I wanted to figure out what I'm going to say first."

Minji reached out and squeezed Hana's hand. "Just be honest with him, Hana. Tell him how seeing them together makes you feel."

Hana nodded again, feeling a mixture of determination and apprehension. "You're right. I need to stop avoiding this."

Minji smiled reassuringly. "You'll figure it out. And I'm here to support you, no matter what."

Hana managed a grateful smile. "Thanks, Minji. I don't know what I'd do without you."

They finished their coffee in comfortable silence, both lost in their thoughts. After a while, Minji checked her watch and sighed. "I hate to cut this short, but I have to run. Are you going to be okay?"

Hana nodded, mustering up a smile. "Yeah, I'll be fine. Thanks for listening, Minji."

Minji hugged her friend briefly before heading off. "Anytime, Hana. Just remember, you're stronger than you think."

The next day after their coffee, Hana woke up feeling unusually uneasy. She couldn't shake off the feeling that something was amiss, especially after seeing Heeseung and Jieun together. With a heavy heart, she headed to her nursing class, hoping that focusing on her studies would distract her.

As she settled into her seat, Hana noticed Jieun and her friends sitting a few rows ahead. Despite trying to ignore them, she couldn't help but feel their eyes on her. The whispers and glances sent a chill down her spine, making her feel like an outsider in her classroom.

During a break, Hana overheard bits and pieces of their conversation. They were talking about the upcoming assignments and clinical rotations, but their voices dropped when they mentioned her name. Hana caught snippets of their gossip—comments about her relationship with Heeseung, speculation about her friendships, and even snide remarks about her character.

Jieun's voice, in particular, cut through the chatter. "I don't get why Heeseung even bothers with her. She's just a distraction for him. And did you see how Minji and her little group take pity on her? It's pathetic."

Hana felt her cheeks burn with humiliation and anger. She knew Jieun didn't like her, but hearing her words spoken so openly stung more than she expected. She clenched her fists, trying to compose herself as Jieun turned towards her, a smirk playing on her lips.

"Hana, didn't expect to see you here," Jieun said casually, her tone laced with condescension.

Hana forced herself to meet Jieun's gaze, her jaw tightening. "I'm here to learn, just like everyone else."

Jieun tilted her head, her eyes gleaming with malice. "Of course. But let's be real, Hana. You and I both know why you're here."

Hana's heart pounded in her chest, her hands trembling with rage. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Jieun leaned closer, her voice dripping with disdain. "Oh, come on. We all know about you and Heeseung. You're just another girl he's messing around with. You think he cares about you?"

The words hit Hana like a punch to the gut. She felt a surge of emotions—humiliation, anger, and a deep sadness. She wanted to defend herself, to lash out at Jieun, but she knew it would only fuel the fire.

Instead, she took a deep breath, trying to steady her voice. "You don't know anything about me, Jieun."

Jieun chuckled mockingly. "Sure, keep telling yourself that, sweetie."

Hana's heart raced as Jieun's cutting words echoed in her mind. After enduring the rest of the class with a heavy heart, she packed her things quickly, eager to escape the hostile atmosphere Jieun's presence had created. As she hurried out of the classroom, she spotted Heeseung in the corridor, about to head towards her.

"Hees-," Hana started, but before she could say anything else, Jieun's voice rang out.

"Heeseung!" Jieun called out, a wide smile on her face as she approached him.

Hana froze, her heart sinking as she watched Jieun throw her arms around Heeseung in a familiar hug. Heeseung glanced over Jieun's shoulder and caught Hana's eye, but his expression remained unreadable. With a tight smile, he disengaged from Jieun's embrace and turned towards Hana.

"Hana, hey," Heeseung said, his tone cautious.

Hana managed a weak smile, her voice barely above a whisper. "Hey."

Before Heeseung could say anything else, Jieun interjected. "Heeseung, let's grab lunch together. I'm starving."

Hana's heart sank as Jieun's voice cut through the tense air between her and Heeseung. She watched helplessly as Heeseung's expression shifted, his guarded demeanour softening into a smile at Jieun's suggestion.

"Yeah, that sounds great," Heeseung replied, his tone casual as Jieun clasped her hands around Heeseung's bicep.

 She felt Jieun's eyes on her, a knowing smirk playing on her lips before she turned and walked away with Heeseung, their laughter fading into the distance.

Left alone in the corridor, Hana's shoulders slumped as she turned towards her dorm room. Each step felt heavier than the last, burdened by the weight of betrayal and rejection. She closed the door behind her with a soft click and leaned against it, her breath coming in shaky exhales.

Sat in her dorm room, her thoughts consumed by the events of the day. Ji

Eun's hurtful words echoed in her mind like a relentless taunt, and the image of Heeseung laughing with her felt like a betrayal. Despite the ache in her heart, she knew she couldn't ignore it any longer. With a deep breath, she picked up her phone and typed out a message to Heeseung.

"Hey, Heeseung. Can we meet up later? I need to talk to you."

After sending the message, Hana tried to distract herself from studying, but her mind kept drifting back to the hurtful encounter with Jieun and Heeseung's reaction. She couldn't shake off the feeling of betrayal and the ache in her heart.

As the hours passed, Hana found herself anxiously watching the clock, waiting for the agreed-upon time to meet Heeseung. When the moment finally arrived, she gathered her courage and made her way to their meeting spot on campus—a quiet corner beneath a sprawling oak tree, usually a sanctuary for their conversations.

Heeseung was already there when Hana arrived, sitting on the familiar bench with his gaze fixed somewhere in the distance. He looked up as she approached, his expression guarded but tinged with a hint of concern.

"Hana," he greeted quietly, his voice betraying a trace of uncertainty.

Hana took a seat beside him, her heart pounding in her chest as she struggled to find the right words. The air between them felt heavy with unspoken tension and unresolved emotions.

Hana took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts before speaking. She looked at Heeseung, who was sitting beside her on the bench, his expression expectant yet guarded.

"Heeseung, there's something I need to talk to you about," Hana began, her voice steady but tinged with emotion.

Heeseung nodded his gaze intent on her. "Sure, Hana. What's on your mind?"

Hana hesitated for a moment, gathering her courage to confront the uncomfortable truth. "It's about Jieun."

Heeseung's brow furrowed slightly. "Jieun? What about her?"

Taking another deep breath, Hana recounted the hurtful encounter she had with Jieun earlier in the day. She described Jieun's derogatory remarks, the accusations, and the deep sense of betrayal she had felt.

"She said those things to my face, Heeseung," Hana explained, her voice trembling with the weight of her emotions. "And... and I saw you with her afterwards."

Heeseung listened in silence, his expression unreadable as he processed Hana's words. When she finished speaking, there was a tense silence between them, the air thick with unspoken tension.

Finally, Heeseung spoke, his voice measured and cautious. "Hana, I think there's been a misunderstanding."

Hana's brow furrowed in disbelief. "A misunderstanding? Heeseung, Jieun said those things to my face. How can you defend her?"

Heeseung sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "Hana, Jieun is my friend. She wouldn't say those things without a reason."

"But she did, and what she called me was uncalled for." Hana insisted, her voice cracking with hurt, her heart sinking at his response, her eyes filling with tears despite her efforts to remain composed. "And seeing you with her afterwards... It just hurt."

Heeseung looked away, his jaw tightening slightly. "Hana, I think you're overreacting. Jieun has her way of expressing herself."

Tears streamed down Hana's cheeks now, her voice trembling with emotion. "Oh, so I'm overreacting? What kind of friend are you to be believing her over me?"

Heeseung hesitated, his gaze flickering with uncertainty. "Hana, it's not about choosing sides. I just..."

Before he could finish, Hana interrupted, her voice wavering with hurt and frustration. "I thought you were my friend, Heeseung. I thought you cared about me."

Heeseung's expression softened, guilt flickering in his eyes as he reached out tentatively towards her. "Hana, I do care about you. You know that."

"But not enough to believe me," Hana replied bitterly, pulling away slightly.

Heeseung ran a hand through his hair again, his frustration evident. "Hana, this is all just... It's complicated. Can't we just move past this?"

Hana shook her head, her tears now flowing freely down her cheeks. "I can't just pretend like nothing happened, Heeseung. Not after everything."

Heeseung looked torn, his expression clouded with conflict as he weighed his words carefully. "Hana, I think you're being a bit dramatic about this."

Hana shook her head in disbelief, feeling a deep sense of betrayal. "I thought you were my friend, Heeseung."

Hana wiped away her tears with the back of her hand, her voice barely a whisper. "It's not your fault that you don't love me. It's my fault because I fell in love with you."

Heeseung's eyes widened with surprise and regret, but before he could respond, Hana stood up abruptly, shaking her head in disbelief, and wiping away her tears with frustration. "I need some time alone."

Heeseung hesitated, his hand reaching out towards her briefly before he let it fall back to his side. "Hana, wait..."

But Hana had already turned away, her footsteps echoing down the corridor as she walked away from him.

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okay, i’m over this person and over talking about this mess. but, they’ve sent me DMs and sent me asks again under this username. im only posting this to make you aware of this account. if you’re one of my writing mutuals you should just block this person, cause if you write Jake in anyway they don’t like, you’ll be on their shit list too. they have multiple accounts and continue to make more so I’m sure they’ll still be around unfortunately, but this is getting completely out of hand. block/report.

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⌕ where lee heeseung realises he messed up too bad

𖦹 pairing. toxic!bf! lee heeseung x f!reader w.c. 0.7k tw/cw. cursing, implications of cheating at end genre. angst/hurt sru's note. pls don't let this flop TT ( CATALOGUE?! )

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heeseung's head aches more than ever, and for every second that he stares at the minimalist silver pendant sitting still between your collarbones, it's thin silver chain hugging your neck ever so softly, it aches even more.

and now it's the time for his heart. he physically cringes out of guilt when he watches you retract your hand away from his. he just wants to hold your hand in his, wants to embrace the soft warmth that once felt like home, that cosy and cordial sensation that gave him butterflies.

but now that is long gone.

it started with heeseung really. from your shoulders missing the embrace of his arm to his cheeks missing your tickling, feathery kiss. neither of you know when this started; an invisible wall growing between you two, and all you can do is sit and watch, letting the wall increase the distance you've already built in between you both.

“you should focus on the movie instead”, your tone is boring, maybe even annoyed. or maybe none, heeseung simply doesn't know. he can't concentrate on whatever's playing in front of him, his eyes are fixed on your necklace, sending such visuals to his brain out of which he can only think of scenarios that hammers his heart even more.

the pendants’ a heart. it's a fucking heart.

“yeah, i am”, heeseung lies, again. just like the way he lied to you three months ago saying he would definitely attend your birthday party albeit his rough basketball practice.

you searched for your boyfriend's compelling face for hours that evening. waited for him the whole night, an hour passed by, then two, then three. every face in your apartment left and the one that should've been there by your side on the couch, holding you in his arms and kissing you all over, was not there. lee heeseung indeed broke his promise that day, along with a piece of you.

“really? what just happened right now then?”, you yawn, munching on the caramel popcorn, a flavour you didn't really like. but heeseung is unable to answer your question right now, he doesn't find enough words to formulate a sentence and explain why he didn't really know what was going on in the movie. his eyes just mindlessly read over the subtitles at the bottom of the screen not really getting the context behind it, there are more vital thoughts in the back of his head, eating him alive in this moment.

heeseung mentally curses himself for instances that took place months ago. instances which once broke your heart, you cried over it, burying your face in the pillow and then eventually forgetting about it. instances that heeseung never cared enough to think about twice before going to bed, or use to reflect on his actions or even think about it.

but suddenly heeseung wishes he could go back in time and return to your birthday party that evening, he wishes he was not that casual to flirt with your best friend in front of you, he wishes he hadn't caused those meaningless arguments with you, he wishes he'd never told you that his ex was better. heeseung wishes he was a better boyfriend for you.

“this one new?”, and heeseung's eyes are back on the necklace you were wearing, it's dainty silver heart infuriating him even more and he can't find the reason why. why the fuck can't he recognize the necklace?

“this one?”, you very well know which one he means when you point at the silver necklace on your neck, or else why will you be sitting with your cardigan pushed all the way down to your collarbones? “you gave it to me, don't you remember?”, you smile.

“not really”, heeseung trails off, a smile from you felt odd after days of cold shoulder from you. it doesn't feel genuine though, so he returns another fake smile hoping you wouldn't notice, “maybe i forgot.”

heeseung can never forget, never ever when it comes to you. he might have been the worst boyfriend ever but he's dying for your touch right now, maybe playing hard to get in your own relationship got him? he can't bet on being ‘good boyfriend’ all over again, he knows he fucked up. but he can bet on one thing though.

he swears and he swears to god and all his 23 years of life, he has never bought that necklace for you.

‘cause why the fuck would it have a ‘J’ engraved on it?

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✎ PAIRING! Lee Heeseung x Kang Hana

✎ SYNOPSIS! You always wondered if Heeseung would love you back. If he would be the perfect Boyfriend. Or even husband… Too bad you're too insecure to even ask him out. But what exactly happens to the two of you after an incident…

✎GENRE! Childhood Friends to Lovers, Angsty at times, written series, unrequited love

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After their argument, Hana needed time to clear her head. She found herself at her favourite spot by the river, where the water always seemed to whisper a calming tune. Sitting there, she let her thoughts wander through the mess of emotions Heeseung had stirred up.

Hana's footsteps echoed softly in the corridor as she made her way back to her dormitory. The evening had grown darker, and the familiar sights of campus seemed to blur around her. Thoughts of Heeseung and their unresolved argument lingered in her mind, weighing heavily with each passing moment.

Finally reaching her dorm room door, Hana took a deep breath and turned the handle. Stepping inside, she was greeted by the dim glow of the overhead light casting shadows across the room. The air felt heavy with the silence that enveloped her.

As she walked into the kitchen area, her eyes instinctively went to the dining table. There, amidst the scattered books and papers, lay a note. With trembling hands, she picked it up and read the few lines written in Minji's hurried scrawl.

"Hey Hana, went over to Jake's place for a bit. Back later! :) - Minji"

The note was innocuous enough, but the sight of it stung more than Hana had anticipated. Minji was were supposed to be their circle, a constant in the midst of uncertainty. Now, it seemed even that familiar comfort was slipping away.

Setting the note down, Hana felt a wave of emotions crash over her. The tears she had been holding back since her argument with Heeseung now spilled freely down her cheeks. It wasn't just about him anymore; it was about the fracturing of a friendship that had been her anchor for seven years.

She sank onto her bed, clutching a pillow to her chest as she cried. The weight of everything—her strained relationship with Heeseung, the cold words the Jieun had spat at her, pressed down on her like a heavy burden. How had everything unraveled so quickly?

In the solitude of her room, the silence seemed to amplify her pain. Hana knew she needed to confront the reality of her situation. But for now, all she could do was let herself feel the sorrow, the loss of what once felt solid and secure.

Eventually, exhaustion overtook her. Her tears subsided, leaving a hollow ache in their wake. With a heavy heart, Hana lay down, curling up under her blanket. Sleep eluded her for a while, thoughts swirling in the darkness of her mind.

The next day dawned bright and clear, but Hana felt anything but clear-headed. After a night spent tossing and turning over her confession to Heeseung and his heartbreaking rejection, she knew facing the day would be a challenge.

Walking down the corridor with Minji beside her, their footsteps echoing softly on the polished floors, Hana tried to act normal. The campus buzzed with its usual energy—students hustling to classes, groups chatting animatedly, and occasional bursts of laughter. It all felt strangely distant to Hana now.

Then, as they turned a corner, Hana saw something that hit her like a punch to the gut: Jieun and Heeseung, hand in hand, strolling together as if they were the only two people in the world. The sight twisted something inside her, a mix of hurt and longing she couldn't shake off.

She stopped abruptly, her breath catching. Minji, noticing her sudden pause, followed Hana's gaze and then looked back at her with concern. "Hey, Hana, you okay?" Minji asked gently, her brow furrowed with worry.

Hana forced a smile, though it felt as fragile as glass. "Yeah, I'm okay," she replied, her voice not quite steady. "Just a bit tired, I guess."

Minji didn't look convinced, her eyes searching Hana's face for answers she wasn't giving. They had been friends for years, and Minji knew when something was up. But Hana wasn't ready to spill everything—not yet.

They continued walking towards their lecture hall, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavy between them. Hana tried to focus on the sound of their footsteps, the distraction from the ache in her chest.

When they reached the lecture hall, Hana took her seat with a sigh of relief, grateful for the temporary reprieve from her thoughts. But as the lecture droned on, her mind kept drifting back to Heeseung and the emotional storm he had stirred up in her.

After what felt like an eternity, the lecture finally ended. Hana gathered her things mechanically, her mind still in turmoil despite her efforts to appear composed. As they walked out together, Minji fell into step beside her once more, her concern palpable in the air.

They continued walking towards the library in silence, the weight of unspoken words hanging between them. Hana couldn't shake the image of Heeseung from her mind—the way he had looked, the distance that had grown between them, and the ache of unspoken words that weighed heavily on her heart.

Inside the library, they found a quiet corner and settled down with their books. Hana tried to focus on her studies, to lose herself in the familiar rhythm of reading and taking notes. But every now and then, her thoughts wandered back to Heeseung, to the unanswered questions and the pain of unrequited feelings that she carried silently within her.

After what felt like an eternity, Minji broke the silence. "Hana," she began gently, her voice tinged with concern, "I can tell something's been bothering you for a while now. You don't have to tell me everything, but I want you to know that I'm here for you. Whatever it is, you don't have to face it alone."

Hana looked up from her book, meeting Minji's gaze with a mix of gratitude and apprehension. She knew she couldn't keep pretending forever, that she couldn't continue to carry the weight of her emotions in silence. And in Minji's genuine concern, she found a glimmer of courage to open up, to share the truth that had been weighing on her heart.

Taking a deep breath, Hana nodded slowly. "You're right, Minji," she admitted quietly. "There's something I haven't told you."

Minji's expression softened further, her eyes encouraging Hana to continue. "I... I had a conversation with Heeseung," Hana began, her voice steady despite the vulnerability she felt. "I... I confessed how I felt about him."

Minji's eyes widened in surprise, her hand reaching out to grasp Hana's in a gesture of support. "Oh, Hana," she murmured softly, her voice filled with empathy.

Hana continued, her words tumbling out in a rush now that she had started. "But he... he didn't feel the same way. He took Jieun's side and didn't believe a word of what I said."

Tears welled up in Hana's eyes despite her efforts to hold them back. The pain of rejection felt raw and exposed, yet sharing it with Minji eased some of the burden she had been carrying alone.

Minji squeezed her hand gently, offering silent comfort as Hana wiped away her tears. "I'm so sorry, Hana," Minji whispered, her voice full of compassion. "I can't imagine how hard that must be for you."

Hana nodded, feeling a mixture of relief and sadness wash over her. "It's been tough," she admitted quietly. "Seeing him with Jieun... it just brought everything back."

Minji listened attentively, her presence a soothing presence amidst Hana's emotional storm. "You don't have to go through this alone," Minji reassured her, her voice filled with sincerity. "We'll get through this together, okay?"

Hana nodded gratefully, feeling a weight lift from her shoulders. In Minji's friendship and understanding, she found the strength to face the uncertainties ahead—to navigate the complexities of her heart and find a way forward, one step at a time.

As the school bell rang, its chime cutting through the quiet ambiance of the library, Hana and Minji exchanged a glance filled with mutual understanding. The moment of solace they had found in each other's company was about to be interrupted by the demands of their respective classes.

"I guess it's time to head to class," Minji remarked with a gentle smile, her voice a soothing contrast to the lingering tension from earlier.

Hana nodded, a faint smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Yeah," she agreed softly, gathering her books and notes. "Thank you, Minji. For everything."

Minji waved off Hana's gratitude with a flick of her hand, her expression warm and reassuring. "No need to thank me," she replied sincerely. "That's what friends are for, right?"

With a shared understanding, they made their way out of the library, navigating the bustling halls of the school with practiced ease. The familiar rhythm of their footsteps echoed the comfort of their bond—a steadfast presence amidst the uncertainties that college life often brought.

As they reached the corridor that split their paths, Hana paused, turning to Minji with a grateful smile. "I'll see you later?" she asked, her voice tinged with hope.

Minji nodded, her eyes reflecting unwavering support. "Of course," she affirmed. "Take care of yourself, Hana."

With a final wave, they parted ways, each heading towards their respective classrooms. Hana carried with her a newfound sense of resilience, buoyed by Minji's friendship and the reassurance that she wasn't alone in her struggles.

Entering her nursing class, Hana found herself greeted by familiar faces and the comforting routine of their studies. She took her seat, exchanging quiet nods with her classmates as the professor prepared to start the lesson. Despite the lingering ache from earlier, Hana felt a quiet determination settle within her—a resolve to focus on her goals and move forward, one step at a time.

As the professor began the lecture, Hana opened her notebook, her pen poised to capture the knowledge that would shape her future as a nurse. The words flowed steadily, grounding her in the present moment and easing the weight of unresolved emotions that had weighed heavily on her heart.

During a break in the lecture, as students chatted and stretched their legs, Jieun turned towards a small group of classmates, her voice carrying a bit too loudly in the otherwise quiet room. "Did you hear about Hana and Heeseung?" she chuckled, a mocking edge to her tone. "She actually confessed to him, can you believe it?"

Hana's heart sank as she overheard Jieun's words. She could feel the eyes of their classmates turning towards her, curiosity mingled with a hint of pity. A flush of embarrassment crept up her neck, and she instinctively glanced down at her textbook, hoping to disappear into its pages.

Some of the classmates exchanged uncomfortable glances, unsure how to respond to Jieun's insensitive gossip. One of them, trying to lighten the mood, nervously chuckled while another shifted awkwardly in their seat.

Hana took a deep breath, gathering her composure before speaking up. "Jieun," she said calmly, though her voice trembled slightly with emotion, "that's not something to joke about."

Jieun turned to face Hana, a smirk playing on her lips. "Oh, lighten up, Hana," she replied dismissively. "It's not my fault he rejected you. Maybe next time, keep your crushes to yourself."

Hana's cheeks burned with a mix of hurt and indignation. She clenched her fists under the table, struggling to maintain her composure. The sting of Jieun's words cut deeper than she had expected, reopening wounds she had tried to keep hidden.

As the professor called the class back to order, Hana forced herself to focus on the lecture, her mind racing with a tumult of emotions. She felt exposed, vulnerable in a way that made it difficult to concentrate on anything other than the ache in her chest.

When the class finally ended, Hana gathered her belongings quickly, eager to escape the uncomfortable atmosphere. She avoided Jieun's gaze as she hurried out of the lecture hall, the weight of Jieun's ridicule heavy on her shoulders.

Outside, Hana leaned against the wall, taking deep breaths to steady herself. She felt a mix of anger and sadness swirling inside her, unsure how to process the hurtful encounter. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she blinked them back furiously, refusing to let Jieun's words break her.

As she passed by the music building, Hana spotted Minji sitting on a bench, lost in thought as she strummed her guitar softly. Relief washed over Hana as she approached her friend, grateful for the familiar presence amidst the chaos of her emotions.

Minji looked up, noticing Hana's troubled expression immediately. "Hey, Hana," she greeted softly, setting aside her guitar. "Is everything okay?"

Hana shook her head slightly, unable to hold back the tears any longer. "No, not really," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "Jieun... she said some things."

Minji's eyes narrowed with concern. "What did she say?" she asked gently, reaching out to place a comforting hand on Hana's shoulder.

Taking a shaky breath, Hana recounted the hurtful exchange with Jieun, the words heavy on her tongue. Minji listened quietly, her expression growing more incredulous with each passing moment.

"I can't believe she would say something like that," Minji said, her voice laced with disbelief. "She has no right to treat you that way."

Hana wiped away a tear, grateful for Minji's unwavering support. "It just... hurts," she admitted, her voice breaking slightly. "I already feel so rejected, and then to have it thrown back in my face like that..."

Minji squeezed Hana's shoulder gently. "You don't deserve any of this," she reassured her friend. "You're strong, Hana. Don't let her words define you."

Hana nodded, grateful for Minji's words of encouragement. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her trembling voice. "I just don't understand why she's so hostile towards me," Hana confessed, her thoughts racing as she tried to make sense of Jieun's behavior. "I've never done anything to her."

Minji's expression softened with empathy. "Some people just enjoy causing drama," she said, shaking her head in disbelief. "But that's no excuse for treating you like that."

Hana sighed, feeling a mix of frustration and sadness wash over her. "I guess I hoped Heeseung would at least stand up for me," she admitted quietly, her gaze drifting off into the distance. "But instead, he defended her."

Minji's brow furrowed in concern. "He defended her?" she repeated, her tone incredulous. "After everything you've been through together?"

Hana nodded slowly, her heart sinking with the weight of disappointment. "He made it seem like I was overreacting," she explained, feeling a lump form in her throat. "Like none of it mattered."

"That's not fair," Minji replied firmly, her voice tinged with indignation. "You deserve better than that, Hana."

"I know," Hana whispered, blinking back fresh tears. "But it still hurts."

Minji pulled Hana into a gentle embrace, offering her friend a comforting shoulder to lean on. "You're not alone in this," she assured Hana softly. "I'm here for you, no matter what."

Hana nodded gratefully, feeling a flicker of strength return to her. "Thank you, Minji," she said sincerely, her voice steadier now. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

"You don't have to figure it out alone," Minji replied with a reassuring smile. "We'll get through this together."

As they sat together on the bench, the weight of Hana's burdens felt a little lighter in the presence of her loyal friend. With Minji by her side, Hana knew she could find the strength to navigate the uncertainties ahead.

"I'm glad I found you here," Hana admitted softly, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Talking to you always helps."

Minji chuckled softly. "You know where to find me," she replied warmly. "Anytime you need to talk, I'm here."

Feeling a sense of gratitude wash over her, Hana leaned back against the bench, the gentle strumming of Minji's guitar providing a soothing backdrop to their conversation. For a moment, amidst the turmoil of emotions, Hana found a moment of peace—a reminder that friendship could be a source of solace even in the darkest times.

"We'll figure this out," Minji said quietly, echoing Hana's unspoken hope. "Together."

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