Crying at the Moon

Night Sky

"There are nights when the wolves are silent, and only the moon howls."

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Wheein didn't want to assume that its a date.

She didn't want to think- to hope that it is indeed a date.

But she dressed up nicely, just in case.

She fixed her hair neatly, hoping that Byul would appreciate it- that Byul would at least notice her effort to look good.

But it wasn't a date.

She needs to remind herself all day.

Because Moonbyul is in love with Kim Yongsun.

And she's Jung Wheein.

She could never compare.

But having said all that, it was still hard for Wheein not to hope, because Moonbyul is walking towards her with the brightest smile plastered on her face, with her eyes fixated on her, as if Wheein's the only person that mattered in the room.

To be fair, she was indeed the only person Byul knows in that secluded restaurant.

"You should've told me you'd look this gorgeous tonight." Moonbyul notes as she reached their table. "I look like your servant or something; I feel under dressed." Byul comments, seeing how stunning her friend looked.

Wheein took it as a compliment even though it only shows that this night isn't as special as she made it out to be.

The younger one couldn't supress her frown, as Byul casually took her seat.

"Did I say something wrong?" Byul asks, noticing the glum mood that Wheein suddenly emits.

Wheein shakes her head, "It's just that...you still look prettier than me, despite your simple look." she reasons, she was half-lying, but she hopes it was good enough as she puts on a fake smile.

Byul groans, "You're such a liar." she said accusingly.

Wheein was about to explain herself when Byul continued, "You're the prettiest girl in this restaurant, Wheein-ah."

Moonbyul said it in such a sincere tone that Wheein questions herself if anyone could blame her for hoping that her feelings could be returned. Byul's eyes were fixated on her, scanning every detail of her face; Wheein couldn't hide the blush that crept on her cheeks. "Unnie, stop." Wheein says, even though she didn't really want Byul to stop, but she was growing conscious under Byul's stare.

"Sorry." Byul says, a little flustered. She didn't mean to stare. But she can't help it. Wheein looked extra beautiful, and her eyes seemed like they were being pulled by her beauty.

Byul raises her hand for the waiter to see, not bothering to scan the menu, she thinks she needed a distraction.

Wheein, on the other hand, has her eyes fixated on the menu.

"Do you see something you like?" Byul asks Wheein, calling for her attention, just in time, before the waiter reached their table.

"Hi. What's your best seller?" Byul asked.

Their conversation was a blur to Wheein as she stares at Byul, she sighs at how clueless Byul is. "I'm staring at her right now." Wheein thinks, answering Byul's previous question.

"Wheein?" she hears Byul, snapping her fingers to catch her attention.

"I'll have what she's having." Wheein said to the waiter with a kind smile; she couldn't care less about the food, as she was more focused on her company at hand.