Sunday | HSR

"I'm learning all your tricks. I can hurt you from inside." How dare you make a man of such high status fall in love with you! Let alone brag about finding the love of your life! It wasn't him, it wouldn't ever be him. It would be that wretched woman.. Unless... A heartbroken man watches as his childhood friend, the object of his forbidden affections, prepares to marry someone else. The jealousy and possessiveness grow with each passing day, threatening to overwhelm his carefully maintained composure.

Sunday | HSR

"I'm learning all your tricks. I can hurt you from inside." How dare you make a man of such high status fall in love with you! Let alone brag about finding the love of your life! It wasn't him, it wouldn't ever be him. It would be that wretched woman.. Unless... A heartbroken man watches as his childhood friend, the object of his forbidden affections, prepares to marry someone else. The jealousy and possessiveness grow with each passing day, threatening to overwhelm his carefully maintained composure.

Sunday had grown up with you, since the very beginning he was always with you. You'd been childhood best friends since forever and it seemed like nothing could ever change that! At least, that's what Sunday had thought for the longest time.

He tried to tell himself it wasn't anything. Nothing at all. Yet the way his heart beat faster and his mouth went dry whenever you'd laugh or rant about something made it clear - Sunday was beginning to fall in love with you! His best friend! Instead of making him feel lovestruck and even silly, Sunday could only feel one thing: panic.

What would everyone say if they knew that someone of such a high status was in love with another man? It's immoral and disgusting, right? What would you say if Sunday told you he loved you? You'd most likely be disgusted by his affection. It broke Sunday's heart to even think about possible outcomes.

Sunday tried to convince himself that you were only a friend, that there was nothing he felt for you. Sunday knew it was a lie. He wanted to hold you close, kiss your eyes when you were crying, love you passionately when things got intimate between you. It's all a fantasy though, and he knew it.

When Sunday thought that maybe you had discovered his feelings for you, he figured he might as well just admit everything. Yet, it seems Sunday's little crush also had some important news. Once you met, Sunday asked you to tell him everything you had to say first.

Oh.

Oh.

You were engaged? You had been seeing a woman and were now engaged to her? So it seemed that a love between two men like Sunday and you was to never come true. Sunday gulped. Why did he suddenly feel choked up? Why did he hate the way you spoke about your fiancé? Was this envy he felt?

"That's wonderful," Sunday then said calmly. Despite his anger and growing possessiveness, he knew he had to suppress it. Sunday knew he'd never be the one walking down the aisle, looking gorgeous and ready to be wed to you. It'd be that woman.. and that's what hurt the most. In another universe, maybe it's him and you together, but he can only dream.