The End for Jung-Min

Is there absolutely no chance?
I dare myself to look into Oppa's eyes which are large from fatigue and dizziness.  His breath smells strongly of alcohol from tonight's meal with bottles of red wine.
Do you feel it?  My heart?
Suddenly realisation dawns upon me.  It was only last night that I have said I loved Minnie Oppa and right now, the person who I thought I loved is some silly drunk who admits his thoughts out of the blue.  My dear readers, do not think I am a hard-hearted person because I do love Min Oppa but, not in the same way anymore.  It's funny the feelings I felt in the last 24 hours can be wiped out by alcoholic breath.  If I'd loved him, like really loved him, my feelings wouldn't have changed.  Now I realise this man, this drunk, in front of me is just one of my closest friends who is quite vulnerable right now.  I don't see him as someone I can trust my heart with for, like a child, he may easily break it like a toy.
"Oppa, stop it-" I say gently but firmly.
"You know," his voice is barely a whisper, "I've always hallucinated myself into thinking just maybe-" he sighs, "maybe there is a chance between you and I. Silly, isn't it?"
"Oppa-"
"When I lie in bed with you at night," Oppa continues, ignoring my attempt to reason with him, "I feel so happy because I'm with you, and you don't push me away.  Or sometimes when you hug me, you hold me longer than the others, I thought that there was a small possibility that we could be together."
I look fully onto his face; the eyes aren't in such a daze anymore, his slightly pouted mouth, beautiful nose and long eyelashes.  Cupping his hands in both mine, I bring them close to my chest.
"Oppa, this is one of those crushes which you'll get over.  You and I-" I hold his hands a tighter, "will not work.  You have to understand."
Saying nothing, I carry on.
"You need to be around with other girls, Oppa, maybe you need to meet other girls so you can get the chance to really find love."  I pause.  "You've been stuck in the same house with me for a couple of years now; you see me in my nightie, when we eat, when I come out of the bedroom with messed up hair."
He sighs.
"You're like this new-born chick; always close to me and those who are familiar.  You need to get out more, find a decent girl, because you deserve someone so much better than me.  You mustn't get into the habit of dreaming about me in any sort of way, do you understand me?  I love you and I'll admit it now: there was a time that I regarded you as more than a friend and loved you, but that time has passed.  It is over, and it will be over for you too once you find someone who will love you back."
We stand facing each other for a few moments, staring.  Min Oppa seems about to speak, but in the end his lids fall over tear-bright eyes, he shakes his head free.
"In time, you'll forget me-"
"I'll never forget you," Oppa says, his voice wobbles a little but becomes stronger, giving a small smile, he says: "I guess I'll have to let you go?  My first love."
*****
In my mind, I can't accept that Mat does not love me.  I'm a man, I won't break and cry over some silly crush.  I won't let Mat see how humiliated I feel under the effects of alcohol, I won't.  
"Hey, sorry I'm late out," Kyu Jong Hyung's voice breaks the tension between us, "I bumped into the guys."
The other three emerge from behind Hyung, their bodies gleam from the training they had.  
"Let's go home."  Mat says.  She subtly takes my hand in hers, giving her best smile as if asking for a truce between us.  Perhaps under the influence of alcohol makes me smile in return, saying we have a truce.  I don't know.  I know I won't get over Mat for a some time, maybe for a long time, but I won't risk our friendship for anything in the world as we climb into the car.  
*****
Min looks depressed.  Mat and him are talking animatedly as if... as if they are friends.  However, I notice Min's eyes are shining... like there were tears.  Maybe Mat rejected him?  I smile to myself, possibly grinning like a fool in the back seat beside Mat.  You see how things just work themselves out?  Mat and I are made for each other.  Jung-Min's elimination is quicker than I thought.
"What's so funny?"  Joon asks me, turning round in his seat in the van to see my grin.
"Nothing."
"Weirdo."  Saeng smirks.
Min looks at me, a blank expression on his face.
I look outside the window as Jong drives out into the street, the moon shining brightly along with millions of stars.