Bloody Valentine's April Fool [MiChaeng] (BVAF)

Chapter 8.2: "The Suspects"

(Meanwhile...)

Dahyun entered into a room full of nothing but chairs and tables and sit in a nearby chair, the last one next to the door. She is thirty minutes advance for her next subject so it's normal that there's no other soul beside hers. Now the place is perfect to remove her black shade which hides her big eye bags she acquired from crying hard last night. No one told her that hugs and kisses can be expensive for her someday. She misses her Munchy so much; she misses the warmth of their tangled hands, the sweetness of Momo's voice and the tenderness of her Munchy's affection.

Now she entirely comprehends the distress of Mina each time the girl begs someone in her sleep. Yes, she also witnessed once, the fragile Minaas Chaeyoung coined, during their field trip last year when they were roommates.

"Where are you....

Don't go....

Stay... please stay...."

It's the exact three stanzas she heard from her calm Japanese friend. Similar to what the rapstar told her. But just like Chaeyoung, she also lacks knowledge about that man. Whoever he is, Mina surely loves that person and she misses him the same way she miss Momo right now.

If this is how painful it is to miss someone so bad, what more if the person is next to you yet you keep your feelings in silence. Pretending you're alright when technically you're dying from the bruises your heart gains because the one who owned your heart owns by someone else.

Dahyun can't even pictured, the agonize Chaeyoung has to undergo everytime. She feels sorry for her rapper friend. Although the girl didn't confess her attachment to Mina, she can sense it. That look in her eyes burst her secret.

Unrequited love is painful, but break up kills too.

The loner closes her eyes wanted to keep her tears in still, but you can't control the stream of your river when your inside is murdering you from missing the person who was always with you. 'Was' is the hardest part of it.

After minutes of dueling herself, ceasing her own tears, Dahyun proceed to her usual spot and seated in her chair. Putting her belongings on top of the table made her notice the candies laden in the surface of the table not far from her. Seeing those sweets recalls her something.

[Flashback****]

Dahyun has never been an early bird except on the first day of class during freshman year and one of those days is today. She scans the room first looking for a perfect area that will serve as her security blanket from the eyes of her soon to be professors. Most students aren't interested to be a teacher's pet and she's definitely one of them. She's not lazy and neither a studious type, as long as her grade won't drag her down to the status of being called a rotten student, she's fine. Her parents never put pressure on her shoulder. She's extremely lucky to have them as family.