"One last thing..." I felt Jungwoo's hand around my wrist, making me turn back to look at him. "Do you regret it?" He asked, keeping his eyes on me. A small smile came upon my lips as I think about his question. "Only when I think about it."
"I love you," Jaehyun whispered to your ear. You were both slow dancing to your favorite song when his grip to your waist tightens. He stopped for a moment then look at you.
“And for our last song, this is ‘Friends’ by Chase Atlantic!” I shouted through the mic, making the crowd cheer in happiness. My eyes frantically searched for her in the crowd, but she weren’t there. As expected.
“You face it, want it, you crave it. Believe when I say that you'll know once you taste it.” I sang, my eyes were half closed as I held onto the mic, as the other held on the mic stand. My eyes have yet to search for her again, instead my eyes landed on the group of people who I’ve recognized as her so-called-friends. I rolled my eyes at them, anger building inside me again as I remember how they’re manipulating her.
“Come on, sing it with me.” Wooyoung, our lead vocalist, said as he encouraged the crowd before turning his head to look at me. “Just give me some time and space to realize that you were busy lying, sleeping 'round with other guys.” A teasing smile appears on his lips after singing his line, making me shake my head and look back at the crowd again, searching for her and there she was, in the middle of the crowd with eyes sparkling while smiling. Fuck. Even in the middle of the crowd, she’s the only one that I could see.
“And what the hell were we? Tell me we weren't just friends, this doesn't make much sense. No.” I closed my eyes as I sang my heart out, throwing my hand in the air and hoping that she’ll actually get the message. “But I'm not hurt, I'm tense ‘cause I'll be fine without you babe.” As I sang that line, I opened my eyes and kept it locked with hers, and I assumed that she understood the message as her smile was gone before I looked away from her as I continued the performance.
Right then and there, I was finally to let her go, to let go of the lingering feelings and the attachment for our nonexistent relationship. I couldn’t even be more proud of myself.
“Hey, no... It’s alright. Please don’t cry, baby.” You kissed his forehead gently and wiped his tears away. There was a soft smile forming in his lips as he placed your hand on them. His breath was shaking while kissing your hand repeatedly. It's time. You knew it was time to let go, but you still wanted to be in his warm presence.
You were sitting on your couch with your boyfriend, a few centimeters from one another, your bodies turned to see the other.
“Are you sure?” voice breaking, you couldn’t watch him in the eyes. You were looking at everything but him.
Wooyoung stared at you, waiting for you to look at him but sighed when you refused to do so. He paused for a second, his eyes were full of guilt until he nodded slowly, “Yeah. I'm sorry, y/n.”
Seeing the way he looks at you sympathetically brings back the thing he did to you. You wanted to get angry. You wanted to snap at him. You wanted to throw him out, tell him things that will surely hurt him but you just couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Thinking about hurting him was like you were losing your strength... and you can't afford to hurt him too. You love him too much.
“y/n, I'm not expecting you to forgive me. I know what I did was wrong and I'll understand if you don’t want to talk to me ever again, I swear."
He was interrupted when your phone chimed. You reached for it on the couch between you and Wooyoung, that resulted to brushing your hand against his' in the process. His hand was warm— warmer than yours. You were going to miss that warmth. You suddenly remembered your favorite moments with him. It was on this couch. Cuddles with Wooyoung on this couch are, and will always be special with you.
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You and your boyfriend were both seated on the couch in the living room. He took your right hand, kissing it before intertwining it with his left hand.
“Hey, can I tell you a secret?” he whispered in your ear before giggling cutely. For you, Wooyoung's giggles were the best thing in the world. Seeing him this happy with you, makes you feel like you're the luckiest girl. You touched his cheeks and placed your forehead with his'. You nodded with a smile.
“I love you.” You bit your lower lip, trying to hide your grin from growing. “Woo, we’ve been dating for years so I’m glad you still do,” you laughed with him. He looked at you fondly for a few seconds, his eyes were twinkling and full of love. “I can’t believe you love me.”
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You came back to your reality when he pulled his hand and apologized, realizing it was your hand. It was just a message from you friend asking if you're okay, so you put your phone back on the side.
“Wooyoung, stop acting like you did something terrible,” you tried to put an assuring smile. “You can’t control your feelings, you know?” He sent you an apologetic smile and sighed. It was awkward, like really awkward, he didn’t know what to do. “Uhhh I gues, I’ll go now?" He got up but before his feet could make it to the door, you ran to him, wrapping your arms around his back, pressing your head against it.
“Woo, I’m sorry I wasn’t enough.” Your voice was muffled but he still heard, and it broke his heart. He couldn't believe that this is really happening. He didn't knew that him falling out of love with you is possible. He loved you, he truly did. He loved you with his whole heart but as years passed by, his love for you was slowly... fading.
He turned around and faced you, cupping your face gently and looking at your eyes directly. “y/n, you are more than enough. Someday, you’ll find someone that loves you unconditionally. You'll find someone who will love you like how you deserve to be loved, I promise.” Wooyoung kissed your forehead slowly and tenderly, before removing your arms around him and then left... leaving not only physically, but emotionally too.
Jungwoo wasn’t the lightest sleeper, but he tended to wake up if something felt off. It's already 11:55 PM but he was still awake. No, something isn't off, he felt totally normal. But watching you sleeping soundly beside him makes it hard for him to stop from smiling, and thinking how cute you are.
However, it is not the same case with you. If you would ask Jungwoo, you are the lightest sleeper he probably knew.
You felt like someone was staring at you; you hear some faint giggles too. You tried to ignore it but your eyes furrowed when the faint giggles turned into cheeky giggles. You turned over to address it, only to find Jungwoo smiling widely, his eyes were sparkly while looking at your sleepy state.
"Why are you still awake?", you asked your boyfriend while rubbing your left eye to see his face clearly. "Hmmm I don't know, love. I enjoyed watching you sleep tho." You always knew that Jungwoo's bedroom voice was lower than usual and even though you hear it every time you wake up, it never fails to make you blush. His smile widened more when he saw your cheeks reddened; After all, he knew how his actions always affect you. Without a word, he snaked an arm around your waist, pulling you close to his chest and engulfing you in a warm embrace.
"There's my pumpkin. I'm sorry for waking you up. Go back to sleep, baby." His lips were brushing against your ear and you felt your body shiver when he placed a hand on your shoulder— squeezing it gently. "Hmmm what about you? Aren't you going to sleep yet?" Your words were slurred but Jungwoo finds it cute. Well, everything you do is cute for him. "I'm just waiting for something, baby." He brought his other arm around beneath you, effectively trapping you in his arms and enveloping you in all the warmth he had to spare. You were really sleepy but you still managed to let out a giggle because of your boyfriend's cuteness. You're not actually denying it but clingy Junngwoo is your most favorite thing in the world.
You wrapped your arms around his waist and if possible, snuggled your face closer to his chest. "Yeah? What is it?" you asked him, your head sinking back against the pillow as the sleepiness took you over. There was no better feeling than having you in his arms. At least, that was his personal opinion. Jungwoo's eyes grew heavier, and as much as he wanted to keep watching you sleep, he just couldn’t seem to manage it. He looked at the clock on the bedside table and smiled lazily when he saw the time.
12:03 AM, April 16
Jungwoo silently kissed your forehead, careful not to squeeze you around in an attempt to keep you from waking. His breathing trembled as he sighs through the kiss, slight tears were forming from the corners of his eyes for unknown reason. Or maybe... it's just simply because he loves you too much. He looked at your face once again before closing his eyes, a satisfied smile was evident to his face.
I never thought that I'd come to this point, I never thought that I'll ever change my mind about getting married, let alone be with a guy for a long time. I never believe in fate, or destiny, or stuff of some sort but the gods must have their own way to change my mind.
Meeting Lucas wasn't really expected, we met each other at a party because our common friend, Ten, introduced us to each other. Cliché, I thought. We hung out throughout the remainder of our college days, we enjoyed each other's company with or without our other friends. They often teased us that we'll eventually end up together, but we shrugged and laughed it off.
When we graduated, we separated ways as we all have started our own jobs, some even had to move places. It took a lot of adjustments, sleepless nights, crying, and breakdowns until I finally got the hang of it. I eventually left my first job after a few months, it wasn't working well for me, it felt like I was being held back from growing. I was lucky enough to find a job at a well-known company after a few months of searching, there, I found joy in my work. I felt more free, growth is always an option which of course, I keep on choosing. As a token of appreciation for my own hard work, I took a one week leave to have a vacation.
I was enjoying my time at the resort that I've decided to go to, it wasn't until my second day there that I happened to bump into Lucas who I soon found out was the general manager. We were happy to see each other, of course, since we lost contact when we separated ways in college as we both got caught up with work and personal life.
"You don't need to, Lucas." I declined his offer that he'll pay for all expenses I'll consume while staying, "I insist." "Lucas." He pouted when I sternly uttered his name, "Okay, I'll just give you a discount." "Okay." For the next days that I've spent there, Lucas often comes to check up on me, making sure that I was enjoying my time, even accompany me after his work hours. He doesn't change at all, physically he does, but he was the same bubbly, passionate, and caring guy that I met back in college. Running out of energy doesn't seem a part of his vocabulary, he's also still sweet as ever. On the last day, which was also his rest day, he offered me a ride to my apartment so I accepted.
For the next few months, we meet up together to hang out, even meeting up with our other friends when we have the chance. It's like it has became a constant thing for us to meet every weekend to relax, to go for a long drive and return to the city the next day. Or if we're feeling lazy, we're just gonna spend time at each other's apartments and wasting time watching movies or trying cooking different dishes. It felt like we were back to being those clueless college students, those young adults who were in the state of confusion between enjoying their youth or starting to prepare for the responsibilities that's waiting for us in the real world. It was one of those weekends where we're awake at 2AM, a random love song blasting through the speakers, loud enough for the both of us to hear without disturbing the neighbors. Lucas stood up laughing and pulled me along, his arms wrapping around my waist so I wrapped my arms around his neck.
"Can I be honest with you?" He asked as we start swaying, I chuckled, "You're always honest with me, Yukhei." I answered, making him laugh lightly then licks his lips. "Well, there are things that I wasn't able to tell you…" I raised my eyebrows at him, thinking that he's not obligated to tell me everything. "The truth is…." He looked away for a moment as he cleared his throat, then, made eye contact with me after. His stare was intense, it felt like he's staring into my soul. "I'm in love with you." I felt my breath hitched, my heart beating faster than the times I have to present to the big boss of our company and the investors. "I know I shouldn't but…. I just can't help it, I thought it's just a silly puppy love back in college but when I saw you again I just…. I just want to do everything to make you mine." A sigh escaped his lips, "but you don't have to love me back, I'm not asking you to. I just can't hold it back anymore."
"Lucas…." I don't know what to say, I was overwhelmed but I know I feel the same way, too, but my mind started to be filled with what ifs – what if it doesn't work out? What if we just end up hurting each other? What if he wants to get married when I don't want to? What if I end up breaking his heart? "It's okay, you don't have to say anything. I'm sorry for making things awkward–" "I love you too." I blurted out, fuck those what ifs, I thought, it's Lucas; every risk is worth it if it's him. "I told you–" I cut him off with a kiss, I closed my eyes when I felt him pull me closer to him as he deepened the kiss.
Just as expected, there's never a dull moment in our relationship as Lucas always had something up his sleeves. When we're not together, he often sends me messages to remind me to eat on time, to check whether I made it home safely, he even picks me up sometimes without telling me beforehand. He never made me feel like he's holding me back from growing, when I tell him that I need time for myself, he won't disturb me at all, just leaving a few text messages and just waits for me to text him again. He was patient, too understanding, it made me doubt myself – do I deserve him?
Two years into the relationship and it's like we're stronger than ever, a few petty fights now and then but it was immediately resolved, after all, he always finds a way to talk me out of it. We never really had a serious fight until the mention of marriage was brought up – he was ready to settle down, I wasn't yet. I was scared, the thought of marriage doesn't sit well with me, after witnessing how it ended up with the people around me, it made me doubt whether I could handle it if our marriage ends up that way.
We didn't talk to each other for weeks, giving each other space to think about it. Anxiety got into me, what if he leaves me? What if he decides to just find somebody else who wants to get married as much as he does? It's not that I don't want to, I'm just scared. But it's Lucas. It's him, the man who has so much love to give, the man who puts up with me even at the times that I was hard to understand, the man who was patient enough to deal with me when I snap at him when I'm frustrated, the man who always root for me when I decide to try something new, the one who cheers me up when I'm at my lowest, the one who chooses me over anything anytime. He'll change, the other part of me thought, but fuck it, it's Lucas, there's no reason to doubt him.
When I made up my mind, I let a few more days to pass to make sure that I'll not change my decision before sending him a text. It's Friday so Lucas came as soon as he's done with his shift, it was awkward while we're eating dinner, after all, we didn't talked for weeks. "Uh…. what is it that you want to talk about?" He asked when I took the space next to him on the couch, it felt like there was a lump in my throat. "Uh…" I cleared my throat and turned my body to face him and he does the same, looking at me intently as he waits for me to continue. "About the wedding…" it was his turn to clear his throat, he must be nervous, thinking that I might break up with him as he knows why I don't like the thought of being married. "What about it?" "Lucas…. let's do it, let's get married." His eyes widened at my words, clearly shocked. "W-What?" "I said let's get married?" I repeated, "What? Why? If you're pressured or anything, don't make rash decisions, you don't need to. It's okay with me if you don't want to get married…" He said, sadness was evident in his voice, making me sigh and move closer to him and put my hands on the sides of his face, my thumbs are caressing his cheeks. "I do want to get married, I know I'm scared but it's you, Lucas, there's no reason to be scared, right?" His eyes softened and a smile appeared on his lips, "Are you sure?" He asked, I smiled at him and nodded. Then, he takes out something from his pocket and it was a velvet ring box. Lucas takes my hand and puts it on my ring finger, then looks at me again and said, "I'll never make you regret your decision."
Time flies, the preparations were stressful but fun, our families seem like they're more excited than us. Our college friends showered us with an endless amount of teasing, saying that we should've believed their words. During the last week before our wedding, we were too busy to see each other, our families didn't even let us see each other the night before the wedding day, a belief of some sort.
And there was it, the wedding program at the church ended before our eyes after exchanging vows, and of course, the reception was a whole different story. Laughter and tears filled the program as our parents gave their speech, telling our embarrassing stories, giving us advice, telling us how scary marriage is but we can work it out. Even our closest friends gave their own speech, which made the reception much more enjoyable with our college stories. Just when I thought it was done, the host, our friend Johnny, suddenly called him.
"So Lucas, I heard you have a surprise for your bride?" Johnny asked, Lucas laughed and nodded, taking out a paper from the pocket of his suit. "Ah yes, I hope everyone is still awake for another round of speech." And everyone erupted into laughter, Johnny left him to give him his spotlight. I couldn't leave my eyes off of him, just what does he has in sleeves this time?
"So uh, love, hello." He started, "Oh wow, I never thought it would be this hard to give a speech in your own wedding." He joked, making me laugh, "There you go, don't be too nervous, it's not like I'm gonna expose you or something, or maybe I will?" He joked again, making me jokingly roll my eyes at him. "It's been what? 7 years? Yeah, 7 years since we first met each other at the party Ten held. Cliché, that's what you told me two years ago when we decided to date each other, the way we met. At first, it was just pure friendship for us, right? We hang out, study together, but do we, really?" Everyone laughs at his joke, "No I'm kidding, she's very studious, she doesn't like being disturbed back then, right?" He said and pretended to hand me the mic so I just nodded. "I've seen her more than a handful of times breaking down back then because of the deadlines, whenever I receive a text from her asking me if I want to go to get some ice cream, I just know she's stressed out. But I admire how she managed to finish every one of it few days before the deadline, and at the end, the lowest she got was like 96? As far as I could remember." My heart felt so warm, he always remembers the smallest details. "Our friends always tease us, saying that we should just date each other, it was a joke at first, but then I realized…. I was having a crush on her, I was able to realize it when we took a late night drive to the beach. Again, this is a cliché love story." He stopped for a moment then licked his lips, "while we're sitting on the sand and I turn my head to look at her while her eyes are closed, I felt peace, contentment."
"But I never made a move at her, we still remained buddies that got each other when we're down or not. I thought it's just silly, little puppy love, but when graduation day came, it felt bittersweet knowing that we might never see each other again." "Boo!" Our friends jokingly whined at him, "I did wait for her to message me again after graduating, but we're adults, we have our own stuff to deal with so eventually, I just shrugged it off and just let life be. If we're meant to be together, then fate will do something. So I guess you're all curious how we met again?" He asked, and they answered yes in unison, making him grin. "So, you all know that I'm working at a resort, and she happened to be there for a one week vacation, and we happened to bump to each other while she was looking for the bar." "She's such an alcoholic." I heard my dad said which made the people laugh again. "Since then, we started hanging out again during weekends just like the old days until one night, I couldn't take it anymore and just confessed."
"Our relationship was fun, a healthy one they said, but you know what tested us? Marriage." Lucas stopped and nodded, "Yes, marriage. It's supposed to be a fun topic for couples, right? Well, not for her, at least. You see, my lovely wife here is scared of marriage due to reasons I can't disclose." He chuckled, "I don't know what changed her mind, but I'm glad she did, but even if she didn't, I'll still stay with her nonetheless." He looked at me then smiled sweetly, "then and there, I proposed to her and promised that I won't make her regret her decision." At that moment, I started tearing up. "I know I may not be the perfect boyfriend, or husband, but for her, I'll do everything I can just so she wouldn't get hurt, let alone get bitten by a mosquito." He joked once again, "She's always been the confident and independent one, there are days that we don't talk to each other because she needed her space and I was like okay, I needed mine too, like we're not really all over each other. And that's what I love about her, she doesn't need to talk to me everyday just so she could say that I love her, she doesn't ask for anything at all so I'm just yeah, fuck it, I'm just gonna surprise her." He chuckles, "She's really stubborn, like if I said I'm gonna pay for our dinner, she'll say she's gonna pay for hers, since then, I started paying in secret before we eat just so she couldn't do anything about it."
"She's not the showy type, a total opposite of me, she barely posts anything about us, but I never once doubt that because that's just how she is – she likes keeping things private, we go on a date? Okay, one picture, we go for a vacation? Okay, a few of it and then that's just it." I laugh at his description because that's how I really am, "And most of all, she's fragile, I had to learn that the hard way. She's strong yet so fragile, but she can't show it, so I had to teach her that it's okay to be fragile sometimes, she has me, she can vent to me anytime of the day, she can cry in my arms when she's tired." I didn't notice that I was crying until he walks towards me and wipes my tears, "Wait. I'm not done yet." He joked, making me laugh a bit, "Nah, I'm kidding. I already told you everything that I want to, I just need to say this one." He steps back and looks at his parents, "Ma, Pa, I want to thank you for raising me to be a man I am today. For constantly guiding me, for reminding me to always be kind to everyone, that it's okay to give more than to receive." Then he faces my parents, "And Mom, Dad, thank you for giving birth to this lovely lady right here." He said and pats my head, "And for giving your blessings to us, for entrusting her to me. I won't promise that we'll have a perfect marriage, but we'll do our best to keep our love strong." Then he turns to me, reaching out for my hand as he looks at me with the most loving expression in his eyes. "And to my lovely wife, I love you, today, tomorrow, and for the days to come, I will love you. You're the best one the gods have blessed me with, so no matter what problems we'll face, through good times or bad times, in sickness and in health, I will be with you. I thank the gods for giving me the chance to be yours in this lifetime, and I hope for the next lifetime we'll have, you will find your way back into my arms again."
Warnings: smoking, friends with benefits, profanity
Word count: 439
Jaehyun thought that you had fallen asleep. He was holding a stick of cigar in his left hand while his gaze was fixed on your face. His eyes were closed in a moment as he puff in a smoke. It has been months since this arrangement started; sometimes at his place, sometimes at yours. But there is one rule for Jaehyun that he promised his self. Neither of you can stay at each other's place overnight. It may come off as a rude gesture but he knows that it's for your own good.
Jaehyun made it clear since day one that you can't fall for him because he's not capable of falling in love.
Tonight isn't like the other nights where he'll just leave after having fun with you. It was supposed to be like that. It should be like that. But tonight was one of the few nights where he's fucked in the head by thinking of staying to cuddle with you.
"Jaehyun?" He opened his eyes as soon as he heard your voice. You smiled at him and took the cigarette in his hand. "Ahhh I see, enjoying a stick without me? I thought you're better than that." He chuckled lightly when you took a puff of smoke. Jaehyun stretched his arms before getting up. Although you already expect this to happen, you can't help but to feel upset. You're still hoping that he can stay the night.
Your gaze follows Jaehyun as he gets dressed, your mind had been occupied with the thoughts of asking him to stay that you didn't notice you were zoning out. "Penny for your thoughts?" You heard him ask, making you snap back to reality. "Huh? No, I'm just tired." You forced out a laugh as you snuggled into your sheets, he just hummed as response. When he's finished fixing his hair, he walks towards your bed and leans down to kiss you. "I'll be going now." He said, you just showed him a small smile and nodded. "I'll see you some other time." And with that, he left.
You mentally cursed at yourself for actually expecting that he's gonna stay if you ask him to, because it's not part of the agreement and he's not that type of guy. Jaehyun was that sweet, playful guy that has girls fall for him way too easily, he doesn't settle for just anyone, let alone stay just to cuddle his fuck buddy. No. He wasn't that kind of guy, and you sure have already broke your own heart when you agreed to this kind of relationship and set up a trap for yourself.
Warnings: mentions of smoking, arrange marriage (forgive me), errors? plot holes?
Word count: 864
Being a celebrity isn’t as easy as everyone thought it is, all the glamour, expensive champagnes, tailored suits, custom made dresses, luxurious lifestyle all comes with a cost - sleepless nights, invaded privacy, countless rumors. Huang Xuxi, or better known as Lucas Wong, was able to overcome it all. He became an established and respected artist in his field, an all-rounder with exceptional visual and pleasing personality, he was too good to be true. But behind his picture perfect image, hides a few secrets which no one other than his family and closest friends can know – first is that he was already married to you because of family business, call it old fashion, but it just happened. Both of your passions are at risk, out of desperation, you agreed. But also, there's an agreement between the two of you to stay together until you’re both successful enough to support yourselves without the help of your families and get divorced. Second, he’s a heavy smoker. For some, it might not be as serious, others can smoke, why can’t he? Well, because his fans are mostly teens, who might do the same if they see their idol smoking. So when a video of him at your brother’s private birthday party was leaked, it spread like wildfire and of course, it wasn’t well received by the fans. He decided to go on a break and have gone to stay at your shared house in your mother’s province where you are also staying for a break from the company, there, you see how his energy seemed to change, he wasn’t his usual cheery and noisy self.
“Coffee?” You offered him a cup of coffee you made, he let out a small smile and thanked you. He was sitting at the veranda, staring over the little town where you grew up. “Mind if I sit here?” You asked, pointing at the chair beside him, “No. Not at all.” He said, both of you just sat there in silence. It wasn’t an awkward one, it was rather comforting, at least for Lucas, it feels good to just sit there and enjoy the fresh, cold air that he wasn’t able to get when he’s in the city. He didn’t say anything about the scandal that came out, and you didn’t force him to talk about it as you know how stressful the situation is for him. Ever since he came here a week ago, you didn’t see him hold his phone, he just occupied himself with doing house chores, strolling through the town, and smoking. But you, you can’t help but to check how people reacted to his issues and you were furious, furious at how awful they were towards him. As if him, being a smoker, makes him less than human. It wasn’t healthy, he knows that, he was trying to stop but it’s not that easy so he takes it slow, reducing his intake at least one piece at a time. You see how he’s struggling, so seeing how they judged him angers you.
The peaceful silence was interrupted when the telephone started ringing, you sighed, it was what? The 5th? Probably 6th call this morning from journalists who are trying to get a hold of Lucas, he just ignores it, but you were annoyed. What’s so hard about respecting his own space while he's on a break? So you get into the living room to answer the call. “Lucas isn’t available right now, I hope you understand that. Thank you.” You didn’t wait for a response and dropped the call before going back to the veranda, Lucas glanced at you and spoke up. “Just ignore them, it’s not like they’ll stop anyway.” You rolled your eyes after you took a sip of coffee. “As if my patience will let me.” You joked, making him chuckle so you smiled, at least you brighten his mood a little bit. “But what if they started talking about you, too?” He asked, “We’re literally married, what’s so bad about rumors of a woman answering calls for the Lucas Wong?” You shrugged, “I got nothing to lose anyway. Do you?” You turned your head to look at him, your question made him think for a little while before answering. “No, nothing at all.” You smiled. “I always got you, remember?” You said, “Always? Even if they find out about us being married?” He chuckled at his own question, “Always, and what’s so bad about it? At least they’ll know why their disney prince doesn't have dating rumors.” You joked, or maybe not, maybe you really want them to know. Maybe because at the time you spent together while on a break, you finally got to be in peace with the fact that you’ve fallen for him. Hard. He stared at you, heart beating fast, his mind still processing what you just said – it might be a joke but for a little bit, he hoped – he wanted it to be true. He wanted them to know he’s already yours, he’s always been yours even before you got married, and he will always be yours even if you decide to let him go.
Mark Lee is good at many things. He may not be the best at them, but he likes to think he's still good— a jack of all trades, as he always joked around. But Mark knows what his limits are; He knows his weaknesses and it isn't a secret that cooking is one of them.... and because of that, you’re eating the burnt scrambled eggs your boyfriend made for you. Sure, the taste might be bland and all but hey, at least he made an effort to impress you.
After all, the smile that was etched on his face is enough to make you forgive him for the burnt eggs.
Jeno thought that waking you up early in the morning to teach you how to ride a bicycle would be a good idea. He forgot that his friends were also riding in this place almost every morning. It’s not like he’s embarrassed to be seen with you in public. He was rather embarrassed to see Donghyuck’s goofy smile and teasing how sweet Jeno is while fixing your helmet. Of course, they find it entertaining to see the Lee Jeno being clingy to someone as the latter was always cold, shy, and timid in front of many people. Jeno pretended that he was annoyed by all the comments from his friends by glaring and clicking his tongue to them, but in reality, he was really happy and proud to be seen with the love of his life. He can’t get enough.
"No! It's too cold~" You whined as Taeyong tried convincing you to join him in swimming in the hotel's pool, despite the fact that it's summer, swimming at night time at the hotel pool which was in a open area that was at least 15 floors up from the ground floor, it was quite chilly. He pouted as he sat behind you then wrapped his arms around your waist and placed his chin on your shoulder. "Pretty please~" he said in his cute little voice that he often uses when he's trying to convince you, you sighed, turning your head a little bit to look at him. "Come on~ this is our last night here~" he whined, making you sigh and nod in agreement. "Okay okay, but you go first. I need to make sure that the water isn't that deep." You said which made him grin and quickly planted a kiss on your cheek before standing up, took off his shirt and walked towards the pool. He first dipped in his feet, checking whether it is too cold for his liking before proceeding to go down the steps and sighed when his body felt relaxed to the water's temperature.
"Babe come on~" he called you out, motioning you to join him so you took off your shirt and shorts, leaving you in your bikinis (which you decided to wear because you know you'll end up swimming anyway) and walked towards the pool. You slowly walked down the steps, letting yourself get used as Taeyong waited for you a few meters away with a smile on his face. "I told you it's not that cold~" He teased while looking at you as you swam towards him, and when you were finally in front of him, he tucked the few strands of your behind your ear while staring at you with a thought in mind that you're the most beautiful person he has ever seen. "I love you." He said just like he always does, he says it when you're out on a date, or when he wakes up next to you, when he had to leave for work, even at the most random times, he always says it as if it's his mantra. "Always?" You asked, "Always."
Jaemin is your best friend for 5 years already. Both of you are walking around the road after your year-end party with other friends while eating ice cream until he stopped walking and looked at you. He stared at you with such intensity that can make you speechless; a small smile was plastered in his lips and his eyes were shiny, as if midnight waters glossed over, while his face was illuminated by the warm-colored street light. You were so lost in his eyes until he pats your head slowly, looked up, and told you, "the moon is beautiful, isn't it?"
a/n: oh to be lost in jaemin’s eyes... the phrase, “the moon is beautiful, isn't it?” is originally a japanese phrase which can also mean, “I love you.” I love how expressive Jaemin’s eyes are that's why I thought the phrase suits him well. -admin a ♡
a/n: this is my first time writing something like this but I hope you’ll like it. -admin a ♡
To my brightest star,
I didn't think that this day would ever come, to meet someone who would convince me to sit on a desk and write the words I'll never say on a paper and in person... yet here I am. Where are you, my love? I miss you already. It feels lonely and empty without you here, you know? I’m actually waiting for you to come... to come and take me back; as you can always come back to me, Jae.
If only you could take me back, we can do the things we knew we loved before. We can go to the small, cozy library café in front of our university, that you oh so love, every day to drink some hot chocolate drink, and do our requirements while you're holding my hand. We can spend the rest of our spring mornings cuddling in a crispy morning air, with my face buried into your neck and you drinking your favorite hot chocolate drink; listening to the birds awaken the world with their majestic chirps as we watch the sunrise.
If only you could take me back, we can spend our summer afternoons splashing and swimming around the beach; giggling and laughing while attacking each other with the salty water and not minding the stare of other people. And once we're done enjoying at the beach, we can always spend our summer nights at your apartment's rooftop. If there's one thing I'm certain that you love to do: it is looking at the stars. Jae, we can always spend our summer nights stargazing while naming the different constellations, pretending that we know something about astronomy. We can laugh at each other's joke about how the stars were formed as you sneakily put an arm around my waist and kiss me on my temple saying, "I really love seeing you this happy because of me."
If... only you could take me back, we could spend our autumn mornings going for a walk while looking at the warm-colored trees and spend the afternoons baking your favorite cookies. And in the evenings, we can jump and play in the pile of leaves while some of it are still falling from the tree to us.
In the cold and harsh winter, we can sit in front of the fireplace as we warm each other up, snuggling under a soft blanket. We can walk hand-in-hand as it snows, the faint orange glow of the streetlight and your smile being the only source of light in this dark, dark world. We can always spend the night slow dancing to Adele's "Make You Feel My Love." Remember when we used to dance to it every 1 AM whenever I'm having a hard time to sleep? Our bodies swaying to the rhythm while staring at each other's eyes, embracing me tightly as you kiss my forehead and whispering to me, "I'll marry you someday," nonstop that makes my heart hurt in a good loving way. We can always stare into each other’s eyes, our cheeks and nose red from the bitter cold as we unknowingly gradually close the distance between us.
Just... where are you, Jae? Do you still think of me?
You know, I still listen to our song thinking, “would you still like this one?”, even though I already know the answer.
Yeah, I already know the answer...
I also know that I shouldn't wait for you to come... to come and take me back. Because if you would come and take me back... you wouldn't be in other girl's arm.
Just like the winter where roads are buried with snow, our memories are now buried in the past. Gone are the days where everything seems like sunshine and rainbows, the days where we will celebrate the beautiful world that we live in. Jae, I'm still hoping that we could go back to what we have before; to the days where if nothing seems right with the world, we can hold onto each other knowing that maybe, just maybe, things would be alright because at least we have each other.
I know I'm such a fool for waiting for your love again but everyone has their own weakness... you just happen to be mine. You are my sweetest downfall, Jae. I knew nothing about love before you came into my life, like a hurricane that woke up my peaceful heart. But as seasons goes by, I realized that love is also this... letting someone go because you only want their happiness. Happiness that I know couldn't give you now.
Please do remember that I will always be yours, Jae. Even when perhaps one day my memory will become blurred in your head, my heart will always remember the warmth of your love. My love, please continue to shine. So when I look at dark sky, I'll know that you're still there, happy even without me. Always remember that out of all, in all the world, you have my most favorite face that I won't ever forget.
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