James' POV:
I am just a normal guy who avoids anything stupid. Well, except for one. And because of that, i don't have many friends.
I keep myself happy with distractions, and one of them is Darren Weir. He's my best friend.
My first love.
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As I walked through the streets, someone suddenly pushed me, causing me to almost kiss the fucking wall.
What a fabulous intro.
Fortunately, they quickly caught me. The next thing I knew, I was an inch away from that very wall where random people seem to have peed on. Gross.
Ohhh, I'm about to puke--!
"Jamieee! Good morning! Long time no see! I missed you so much! Did you miss me? Hm?!"
He said without taking a single breather, and in the most cringey way while he squeezed me till I died.
I was relieved he hugged me though. N-not because of a hug OK?! It's because he saved me from the fakkin' wall!
Wait. It's his damn fault here. Shit, the smell is getting to me.
Uuugghhh...
Also, he had no idea I was about to throw him off the ground. Luckily, I sensed that it was him. His voice might have changed, but I knew him too well.
I look up to my right, and I see a tall, blonde and pale-skinned person. A few streaks of his hair fell into his eyes as he gave me a warm smile.
Still beautiful.
And he still talks too much.
"...Shut up Darren. Who misses who? Then again, I miss your wallet. When're you gonna be treating me again hmm??"
I said, trying to sarcastically bully him, hiding the embarrassing fact that I almost kissed the goddamn wall.
He just cutely pouts.
And why is he still holding me? He DOES NOT have a single clue that this is dangerous for my heart.
"Yeesh, so cold. Didn't you miss your cute bff? At least a tiny bit? This is why you're never getting a girlfriend. " He teases, slowly loosening his grip.
Man, if you ever discovered how i think of you.
But I did sense he got hurt a little. Maybe I was too harsh. I don't really know how to react properly since it's been 6 months since i saw this guy. So I couldn't give him the proper dose of my insults.
"Just kidding man." I giggled.
Ew. Why the fuck did i giggle.
"You know that I dislike depending on others for money. And for your tiny brain's information, the only reason I don't have a girlfriend is because I don't want to." I quickly defended.
"Really?? Then... Did you miss me??"
His puppy eyes actually fuckin' sparkled.
Hella cute.
Luckily, I'm a 'great' actor. I deserve an Oscar for not looking like I'm helplessly blushing hard against this cute idiot, kneeling down the cold and hard asphalt. Yeah. Totally calm.
Yes, James motherfucking Kwon. Keep lying to your pathetic self.
I then tried shooting some weirdly sarcastic remarks. "Of course I did. I missed my best friend since FOR.EVER. How could I not? I endured those months without the CUTE and ANNOYING person with his ANNOYING voice which I got used to hearing ALL. THE. TIME."
Wait. 'cute'? Of all the words, 'cute' slipped?? And weren't there too many 'annoying' in that sentence??
Weren't you like, top one at english class??
James Kwon wtf is happening to you.
Even if his voice was sweet and beautiful, who in their right mind would tell him that?
This guy's straight as a metal ruler. He had girlfriends. And to save myself from getting hurt, I tried pushing my feelings aside. Supporting him like the bestest(?) friend he could ever have.
His face lightens up, he blushes and he begins acting all cute. Seriously. I gotta protecc this adorable lil bean.
So precious.
You might be confused by his actions, and screaming that he likes me right now and that we should hook up.
But let me just smack some sense into your brain.
Just because he acts that way, doesn't mean he loves me as in romantically. We're best friends and we've known each other for years already. This guy is as straight as a motherfucking ruler. I can't imagine breaking our long friendship over one stupid assumption.
"Then!! Let's go to Uni together!! We got a lot of catching up on. I gotta tell you my stories...!! " he gets all worked up, and fires me a wholehearted smile from ear to ear.
'James.exe has stopped working.'
I repeat, this is bad for my heart. If my facade was only a little loose, i'd have my nose bleeding by now.
I ran my hand through my black hair and sighed defeatedly.
"Yeah, before you keep messing up. " I said, teasing him without looking.
"How mean, princess is just too cold." he says with a cute voice as he begins to join my playfulness.
He caught me off guard. I felt too happy being called a princess.
"Pfft-! Princess? I think you're quite wrong. You're the Princess! D-don't misunderstand. I am the Prince that'll teach any guy that hurts his--- "
I felt chills behind me and I might have gotten a little carried away and closed my eyes...?
"–James!!!! Watch out!!!! "
I jolted by the loud scream and quickly opened my eyes. There, I saw a truck rapidly getting closer and i actually smiled. I knew there was nothing else i could do.
This was also one of the issues i had with myself. Even Darren hates it.
Oh well.
I hope to at least get isekai'd like in anime shows by this now cliché 'Truck-kun' trope that's about to send me off dead.
I'm batshit. I'm dying but I'm still thinking weird thoughts.
After getting hit, I was surprised that I was still conscious after that impact.
I mean, dude.
The driver crashed, almost fell off the cliff and whipped my bag by the rear-view mirror.
My body got smashed, bro.
Since my eyes were a little damaged, I could only see a blurry image. That adorable ahoge(hair sticking out) above what seemed to be Darren's head stood out. I immediately knew it was him.
I mean, he was the only one with me the whole time.
Drops of his tears rolled down the side of my bloody cheeks, while he was holding my hands shakily.
"I know that you're still there. Please come back. I'm still here. Oi. Wake up.''
But i was awake. No one just noticed it...yet. Or is this how it really feels when you die?
Am I dead?
Suddenly, memories of the past came flashing through my mind. Hearing his cries and sensing that he held my hands tightly, while I was being carried by people somewhere, I already knew I was not gonna make it.
I'm happy that my last moments were with him. But a huge part of me was regretting that I couldn't tell him about my unrequited and hopeless feelings. It sounds dumb, i know. After all that speech?
Then again, I wasn't ready.
Pathetic. Is this really how it ends? You knew you should've told him ages ago. And now you're regretting it. Don't make excuses by saying, 'we might grow apart if I told him.' Bitch. That line's too old.
My whole body is aching, But my chest feels worse.
Ugh... Cringe, right?
I shouldn't worry him any more; give problems to this cinnamon roll by telling him and dying on him after that.
I soon felt him hugging me tightly, but enough so that I won't die fast. Whispering words while sobbing.
''I don't wanna lose you. I'm so sorry, I've been pretending I didn't notice your feelings, I didn't want you to hate me. I didn't want to change what we had. I was scared that you would stay away from me after finding out my response. I was scared. I'm a coward."
My breathing hitched.
"I should've grabbed your hand. I was there. I'm so sorry..!"
Hearing him beg, i didn't notice that i was crying myself. He saw them and knew that I heard him. My breathing was unstable, but he hugged me again as he cried louder.
Bro, this is the opposite of saving a dying man, but i'm enjoying it so at least let me have this.
His chest, his abs. And if not for the fact that i'm completely numb right now, i'd have been hard too. Just when i'm about to die, my wildest dreams get fulfilled. I can't even feel him, and now he belongs to another person. How ironic.
Fuzakennaaaaa! Maybe It's better if i left.
Calling the attention of the staff that were there, doctors and nurses were coming inside the VIP room that he assigned just to save me.
It kinda pisses me off to this point that he's handsome, kind, fucking rich and I'm dying.
But after the things he said, it was made clear that all i ever will be, is his best friend. Nothing more, nothing less. And it was enough for me to give in.
Collecting the very last of my strength, i mouthed "Darren, I'm sorry."