I'd been friends with Hobi for a while, it seemed like a lifetime really. I'm not sure when it happened but somewhere along the way, I fell for him. I never thought he saw me more than a sister so I tried to move past it. He was wonderful and knew exactly how to make me smile, expecially after a rough break up.
Lately it seemed that he was more upset and distant. I'd gone through yet another break up with SungJoo and I vented to Hobi but he seemed spaced before I even spoke, he hasn't called me since. I wanted to know what was wrong with best friend.
"Hobi!" I banged at his door, refusing to be ignored any longer. "Let me in dammit! It's been a week, you haven't called or even attended any of your classes. Everyone's worried, I'm worried."
"Please just go away." It was a muffled and strained reply but at least it was something.
"If you won't let me in, I'll just use my spare. " It come out more a whisper, my voice not finding itself. Hobi had never told me to go away before and it stung. My key found its way to lock and I was turning the handle a moment later, the room on the other side was dark.
"I told you to go away, Y/N." His figure was looming just on the other side of couch, the light from outside casting shadows into the room.
"I'm not leaving until you tell me what's wrong. " I moved forward, the front door closing and throwing the room into pitch darkness. "You've been ignoring my calls and texts, you've skipped your classes and you probably haven't been eating properly. Hobi, you're my friend, tell what's wrong so I can help you."
"Just leave, please Y/N. I-I don't want to see you right now." I think that hurt the worst, a knife to the chest. A lamp clicked on and the room was flooded with light but he kept his back to me.
"Dammit Hobi!" I was shaking, hurt and angry that my best friend was acting this way. "Why are you pushing me away? What have done wrong?"
There was silence, my ears felt full of static at the deafing lack of noise. Hobi ran his hand through his hair before looking back at me. He looked terrible, dark circles hung under his eyes.
"You-," He was shaking a finger at me ",You are the problem, Y/N."
"I'm a p-problem?" I took a step back, a pain radiating in my chest.
"You don't get, never have and I'm done holding it in. If you don't leave, I won't stop myself." He took a step forward, his eyes never leaving mine.
"I'm not leaving until you tell me why I'm a problem."
"You asked for this."
Two steps, that's all that had separated us and he crossed that small space so quickly. His arms were around me, pressing against the small of my back and holding my neck. It took me a moment to realize his lips were pressed to mine and he pulled away all to soon.
"I'm sorry Y/N. I can't help it anymore, I've tried so hard to hold it back this long but I can't take another day of watching you cry over someone else." Hobi pressed his forehead against my own, eyes searching my face.
"W-why?" Was this really happening? Had Hobi just kissed me?
"I love you." His eyes were watching, waiting for me to speak. A grin spread across my face at his words. "What?" He seemed taken aback, pulling away slightly and giving me a concerned look.
"I love you too." Hobi's grin soon matched my own and he leaned forward again.
"Never leave my sight." Then he kissed me and I kissed back.