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Kim Dayeon is happy for you both really, but gosh she hates it.

It's been exactly the 477th day that she's been giving you her brightest smile and the most encouraging words to Youngeun. 477 days of longing and regrets.

Youngeun had your heart and she didn't.

Every day, she'd watch you and her friend cuddle, giggling into each other's arms. Sweet words are whispered to one another, with stolen glances and kisses. She was so happy. She really was. 

Youngeun was joyful, with a pep in her step, a rising star. Dayeon was just on autopilot. She did what she had to do.

And every night, she hated herself for not asking you out when she had the chance.

But she still tries everyday to spill her love to you. Every time you catch her eyes, a glint passes through them.

I love you.

Every time she grazes you—could be a hug, or a squeeze of the hand—a promise slips out of her touch and spills onto you. You'd always giggle because "Dayeon! You always give me goosebumps! "

I love you.

When she lays there motionless, a heaviness in her chest, she thinks about you. She thinks so hard, hoping that you can hear it too. This is disgusting. I love you.

She hopes that one day she'll be the one to make you laugh. She'll be the one to hold you tight and kiss you.

She wishes.

Maybe in another life.