Main Leads; Arts Major!Sunoo x God’s Messenger!Fem!Reader
Supporting Cast; high schooler!Jungwon and high schooler!Riki, deity!Sunghoon
Sypnosis; in which Sunoo’s drunken wish turned into a 100-day-contract to stop doom from devouring the world and to fall in love with her.
Genre; romance, fantasy, angst, fake dating
Warnings; mentions of insecurities, doom, mentions of food and drinks, crying, mentions of hospital rooms.
Production; @kflixnet, @ficscafe, @enhypennetwork, @k-radio
Additional Information; here is my belated entry for the Power of Love collab by @iyeonjuni! Sorry for the wait :( The story is inspired by the k-drama Doom at Your Service and TXT's OST for the drama called 'Love Sight'. Check out the song, it's very beautiful!
Special Thanks To; @starlightjoong for the prettiest banner <33
Kim Sunoo was an unfortunate lad.
"I want the world to be doomed, doom us all!" he shouted at the top of his lungs, his drunken state making his words sound slurred, but it was clear enough for you to understand. You, who listened to his every word while sitting on your sofa. You, the very embodiment of doom, felt a spark of passion at his words.
The desperateness in his tone amuses you, and the anger and frustration are almost strong enough for you to taste, the glass filled with well-aged wine long forgotten in your hands as you closed your eyes, opening them when you've materialized in front of the boy who wished for doom.
Sunoo stared at you in pure shock, his drunken state making his steps a tad bit more disoriented, which caused him to fall down as he stepped away from you.
"Did you," The boy swallowed in an attempt to moisture his dried throat. "Did you just appear out of nowhere, or did I have one drink too many?" His second question was more so directed to himself, but you heard both nonetheless.
You observe the young man for a moment, his question has no value to your plan whatsoever, but you decided to satisfy him with an answer since you were in a good mood. "Both."
His panicked actions increase at your words, and a small smirk decorates your face. You wordlessly cast a stun spell upon the student and took a measured step toward him.
"Hello Kim Sunoo, I am doom. and I'm here to help you bring doom to the world."
The university student holds a cup of hot chocolate in his hand, cautiously stealing glances at the deity in his living room. You had a rather bored expression masking your face while Sunoo's remains paled with worry.
Okay, so I have basically summoned a god whose only job is to create doom, and now I got 100 days to accept that, or else I'll lose something dear to me...Kim Sunoo, what have you done?
"huh, I like the way you summed it up. A small side note, though, I am not a god. I am doom itself; I work for the gods and am created by them." Sunoo gasps at your words. You don't even need to read his mind to know what he's thinking next.
"Yes, I can read minds. It's quite a basic ability of ours." his eyes sparkle with curiosity, and you sigh, contemplating whether you will give the young man what he wants or leave him in the dark.
"As much as I don't even want to explain further about my abilities, you must remember one thing before I go." your already cold gaze hardens into an icy one.
Within a hundred days, you must wish for doom. If you refuse to, doom will be served to the one most precious to you.
The moment the aching feeling and your echoing voice fade out of Sunoo's mind, you are gone from his vision, too.
The pink-haired boy breathed out a shaky breath in a dilemma and laid down in bed for a restless night. All he could think of was how he was supposed to clean the mess he made out of one drunken mistake. Curse his alcohol tolerance.
The next morning, all that remained was a self-deprived first-year student. No one suspected anything.
"Say, Riki, if you were to somehow create a big mess and now you have to choose between a decision that could destroy one or everyone's life," Sunoo's eyes flicker up from his second Frappuccino, "What would you choose?" Riki's lips form a straight line, a silence erupts, and the older amongst the two almost feel nervous until his younger friend bursts with loud laughter.
"Dude, I have been living like that all this time! Obviously, I choose to only annoy you into madness, don't really care about others", Sunoo rolls his eyes at Riki's words. His internal dilemma distracts him from his friend's platonic confession. The Japanese high schooler notices the oddness in the Fine Arts major and arches his brow in question.
"You know, if you're really serious about finding an answer, why not try asking Jungwon?" Riki offers, trying hard to maintain his nonchalant face, although he will definitely ask senior later on how the conversation went. Sunoo pouts his lips in thought; won't Jungwon ask too many questions? The agreement with…well…miss Doom was to not enclose this information to anyone, but will the first-year be able to keep his lips sealed in front of his beloved and wise best friend since childhood? He is not certain.
"I will try." He eventually promises Riki. And quickly after, the two emerge into a friendly banter about the amount of money Riki has to spend on a computer game.
You walk down the grim corridors of the hospital towards your destination; the number of his hospital room is already imprinted in your mind by now. The hall lights start to flicker on and off as you walk past them, and right before you open the door, a loud clatter can be heard behind you.
"Hello, little messenger," your assigned god greets you. You huff at the nickname but sit beside him nonetheless. He has taken the form of a young adult not much older than your own form. His skin is pale, and his features are objectively good-looking, despite the hue of unwellness painted all over it.
"Has your other form faded so quickly?" You ask a tad bit more quietly; your heart aches a little when thinking of the little girl. He nods, "She was too young to fight the illness she was diagnosed with, but I am glad the body can finally find its peace. This new body isn't that far from the dire situation of the previous one, but I think it is enough for my current project."
"What project is it?" You ask; your eyes naturally end up looking at the small flower pot, it was filled with fertilizer, but there was no bud in sight. Your mentor smiles at the spark of curiosity in your eyes, making a dimple dent his cheek. "A secret, for now," you give him a side-eye for keeping you curious.
"Also, you can call my new form Sunghoon; the name of this man is Park Sunghoon. Make sure to use it well. I enjoy pretty names."
Sunoo waits for the last drop of instant espresso to drop into his paper cup, his left foot tapping impatiently on the tiled floor of his previous high school grounds. A few female students pass by and greet their temporally Arts and Crafts teacher with excitement, and the student-teacher returns with equal enthusiasm.
The moment the students are out of sight, the corners of the pink-haired boy turn downwards again, reminded of his deal with miss Doom.
He notices the flickering of the corridor lights and takes a few deep breaths before turning around, eyes meeting yours with slight hesitation. Speaking of the wait, no, she can hear me.
You grin ever so slightly, the human surely had an interesting thought process, but you were here with a goal in mind. "Have you thought of specifying your wish yet?" Your question was just a formality because you know he has not been able to think of anything else but that one encounter with you.
"I just, really regret making that wish. Is there no way I can? I don't know, is there a loophole or something?", Sunoo looks at you with brown eyes filled with hope; his desperation to undo his mistake is clear. It switches something within you, and before you have fully thought it through, the two of you are standing amidst a busy street. Citizens were all over the place, most distracted by one another or their cell phones, yet no one seemed to be even close to bumping into miss Doom.
"I want you to understand what I am and what I do," you said; the tension within you builds up, and you slowly turn around, looking at a car crash in motion. Sunoo gasps once again, running directly towards the incident to help out, silently expressing his relief at seeing the minor injuries of the people involved. He looks back at you and sees your hesitant figure still on the sidewalk. He notices the small weltering leaves of the sidewalk bushes and looks up into glossy and pained eyes.
After the ambulance has arrived and the curious souls left the scene, Sunoo and you end up at a café a few blocks away. He watches you stare at your cup of warm Americano in silence, and he contemplates whether he should be the first to speak.
"What you just saw, those things happen all around me," you start off, eyes still trained on the beverage. "And they will continue to happen because I exist to feed doom into the world." The Arts Major isn't sure what he should say, so he remains quiet, his lips pressed tightly together.
"If you want to stop the world from being doomed, you have to prevent doom from continuing" you finally look the first-year in the eyes, and his breath is stuck in his throat at sight. "Love me, Kim Sunoo. Love me, and choose me once the final countdown starts"; the pink-haired boy is speechless at a lot of things: 1. There is a way out, 2. He is able to save both the world and his loved ones, and 3. He can only achieve those two things by loving you to kill you.
And the boy gulps because killing doom doesn't sound all that evil. But right now, while you offer him this way out, he doesn't feel like he is looking at the embodiment of doom at all. He feels like he is looking at a young woman who has suffered an unfair fate instead. A young woman whose life will end by being loved.
Jungwon comes home to a dim-lot house, his best friend lying upside down on their couch with worry written all over his face. The senior stares at sight for a few seconds before deciding he needs some water before engaging with his friend's drama. He returns a minute later, sitting down at his designated seat on their couch, crossing his legs and sipping on his mochaccino. "You can start," he says nonchalantly, not even surprised his friend shoots up from his upside-down pose. Said friend shoots Jungwon a glare, "Yah, do you know how long I waited for you? Why are you home so late anyway", Sunoo starts rambling, and Jungwon just replies with 'club meetings' but lets the Arts Major continue his rambling.
"—and there is this girl who I recently met who is driving me insane, she –"girl? Jungwon straightens in his seat; well, that is certainly entertaining. "And you know how I've never really dated because I just didn't feel so interested…".
"Are you interested in her?", Jungwon asks; he takes another sip while Sunoo pouts; he is deep in his thoughts. "I do am curious about her, but I'm not sure if that's because I'm into her—How do you know you're into someone anyway?", Sunoo stops talking and stares at his friend, who at this point didn't think he was finished talking yet. The silence passes for a few seconds, but Jungwon notices the desperate glister in the pink-haired boy's eyes and places down his drink.
"Do you think of her often"
"Yes," and the difficult situation the two of us are involved in.
"Do you want to see her again?"
"…yeah", I will have to. There are too many things we have to figure out.
"Do you think she is pretty?"
Sunoo pauses. He has never really thought about your appearance, too occupied by the words you've said. "I guess…so?".
"Do you want to see her smile again?"
"I…uh… I've never seen her smile" she isn't exactly one to enjoy things.
"Then, do you want to make her smile?", Sunoo freezes, and the memory of your eyes when he looked for you at the cross-section recalls itself. He vividly re-visualizes the scene before him, how you looked so in pain. How the world surrounding you was slowly weltering, and how you looked at him as if you were the one who needed saving.
The sadness in your eyes felt indescribable. It was as if you've tried to hide behind a mask of indifference whenever your presence caused doom, but you couldn't. He remembers your hesitating hands, clenched in fists to prevent yourself from doing things you might regret. She is suffering, too.
"Hello? Hyung, it wasn't that deep of a question", The senior waves his hands before the university student's eyes, his boba pearl eyes met with the chocolate ones of his friend.
"I do," he answers, and the determination is settled. The least I can do for her is make the remainder of her days happy days.
The next time Sunoo met miss Doom was three days after their last encounter; by that time, he still looked like an exhausted student, but there was a sparkle of hope in his eyes that the god's messenger could not place. You still clearly remember the suffering in his eyes when you told him about his deadline, but it seems that he has made a steadfast decision. You sit down opposing the student and notice colorful threads in the pink-haired boy's hands.
"What is that?" you ask, making a clear effort not to seem too curious. Sunoo's eyes brighten (even more, if possible), and he reaches out for your hand. You stare at him in suspicion, but a human can't harm you, especially one like him, so you place your hand in his. His hands moved fast, and before you knew it, a hand-made bracelet decorated your wrist. Sunoo shows you a similarly designed bracelet with pride, and you bite back a smile. How cheesy, couple bracelets.
"I've decided that if I have to love you to save my loved ones, I will do my best to make you the happiest girlfriend ever," he says after you finished 'secretly' admiring his handy work. You look at him with your signature raised brow, but he smiles so sweetly at you that you almost want to nod in response. A scoff comes out of you, paired with a 'whatever, human.'
Your boyfriend (?) starts rambling about all the date ideas he has, and you absentmindedly look at the bracelet again. It was made of linen thread, carefully woven into a pattern to strengthen the fragile material. In a way, it was an insignificant gift that shouldn't impact you as much as it did. But to you, who was only a pawn of the gods, this was your very first gift, and it was beautiful in your eyes.
"Sunoo," you interrupt the boy, his stop is immediate, and he blinks at you with waiting eyes.
"Thank you," you whisper.
"No problem at all, miss Doom," he says, and it was the first time you noticed how bright the boy was. The same boy who wished for doom and the same boy who will save the world by loving doom herself.
"Miss Doom?", Sunoo peaks from behind his canvas, looking at Doom posing (partially unwillingly) for his art assignment. You look at him with a nod of your head, telling him to go on.
"Will it be okay if I introduce you to my friends tonight?" the pink hues on the boy's cheeks would have been undetectable for any normal person, but your supernatural senses noticed them with ease, and you smiled at the adorable sight. "I'd love to."
"It will only be Jungwon and Riki; they are still high schoolers but very dear to me despite the age difference. Riki is kind of mischievous so you can straight up tell me if he is too much. And Jungwon is really sharp, so don't say too much, but also… don't say too little. Oh, and we have to come up with a love story! Since we can't tell them how we actually met", Sunoo explains at his usual pace; you nod at his words and confirm that you think the same.
"What about I work at the hobby shop you often go to for art materials?" you suggest after a few moments of thoughtful silence. Sunoo reacts in excitement, "And after seeing you a few times, I managed to talk to you, and it flowed so well that I asked you out?", Sunoo springs up, filled with liveliness; you giggle at how open the pink-haired boy is with his emotions, and tease him with amusement in your voice.
"Are you sure they'd believe you if you tell them you asked me out?" the Arts Major's smile wavers for a second, and seconds later, he dips his head ever so slightly to try and hide his infamous pout. "…Fine, you asked me out", he barely manages to push past his lips.
"Oh, and what should I call you? I can't really call you miss Doom in front of them… how about noona?" your confident façade flatters at the sound of his informal speech.
"You can call me Y/N, Sunoo-ah," Sunoo barely stops himself from drawing the wrong line by surprise.
The two of you reassume your previous positions, trying to hide your smiles with coughs and your fluttering hearts with distracted eyes. The lights still flicker in your presence, and Sunoo spilled a can of pink paint all over the floor, but none of these things matter.
Because you were together in this mess.
The Kim-Yang residence was nothing new to you since your first encounter with the Kim of the residence was at this very place, yet it never occurred to you to observe the surrounding.
The place was in a nice, modern, meets history neighborhood with mostly families living throughout the street. You notice several artworks painted on the stone walls and remembered Sunoo mentioning how several neighbors asked for him to decorate their outer walls. It gave the street a nice ambiance that the other streets lacked. The most remarkable artwork was painted on Sunoo's own house.
A fox and sheep, predator and prey, embracing one another amidst a forest of flowers. It was a sign of peace, and it was lovable, just like the creator.
You knock thrice before stepping back, afraid you'd be straight in the opener's personal space if you stayed where you were. Today, you tried extra hard to keep your powers in control, even asking Sunghoon a small favor of granting you a suppression spell. It worked partially, lessening the radius and severity of the doom you brought, but one can never be too careful.
A young, feline-eyed boy opened the door for you, and you observed his wide-shouldered frame with curiosity. You knew he was Yang Jungwon, both by given descriptions of Sunoo and because you simply knew everyone who walked the streets of this world. Yang Jungwon gave you a semi-welcoming smile, and there were no above-normal abilities needed to know he was rather skeptical about you. Nonetheless, you presented your best smile and politely greeted the housemate of your 'boyfriend.'
"Hi, I'm Y/N; nice to meet you!" you cringed at the high-pitched nervous tone of your voice, but then, you never really needed to impress anyone before. Jungwon seemed to ease up because of your introduction and gave you a somewhat more genuine smile, "Jungwon, welcome Y/N noona, please come in," and the gap between the door and doorframe widened.
If the outside of the Kim-Yang residence was remarkable because of its strong presence yet gentle meaning, the inside was exceptional due to its comforting atmosphere with contrasting pieces of flamboyant and minimalism. It was clear that two entirely different characters took care of the same home; the sight was endearing.
"Sunoo is still getting ready, but Riki is already in the living room. If you'd like to introduce yourself already?" the boy met your eyes with an expecting gaze, but his voice held a gentleness to not push you either.
"I'd like to wait with you guys," you said, receiving a nod from Jungwon, who continued to walk to what you presumed to be the living room. Unbeknownst to the senior high schooler, his 'chic' façade meant nothing to you; the moment you noticed his walk reminded you of a cute baby pinguin. He was cute, just like his housemate.
Nishimura Riki, a Japanese teenager who moved to Seoul because of his honor's program specialized in dance, greeted you excitedly, a hint of mischief behind his grin. He was a lot taller than the house owners, but his attitude and energy levels clearly show who the maknae between the three was. After a short back-and-forth of introduction, the honor student didn't waste time getting to the main point of the evening. He asked you straight away how the two of you got together.
"I think there is no way to avoid that question, but shall we let my girlfriend sit and eat before you bombard her with all your questions?" you feel his arms wrap around your waist, and your chin rest on your shoulder. It was a loving position, convincing you that Sunoo could have easily become an actor if he wanted to.
The remaining of the evening was refreshing, a moment you've never experienced before. The three friends had an energetic dynamic, with Sunoo and Nishimura Riki constantly at each other's throats and Yang Jungwon carrying the rationality of the group; the balance was somewhat perfect.
You also learned that Jungwon is interested in food science right after you complimented the food, which he casually admitted was made by him. Riki hasn't decided yet, but the two older ones were adamant that he does something dance-related in the end.
The evening ended with Jungwon insisting on bringing Riki home, which the latter found to be quite the bummer. However, it did gift Sunoo and you some time to talk things through, and after what you've witnessed from his relationships, this was highly needed.
"Y/N noona, I really enjoyed hanging out with you today! I hope that we will be able to hang out again after my exams, maybe with Sunoo" of course, the youngest couldn't resist throwing in a teasing comment for the eldest to fume about. Sunoo was quick to react, and the pair released another quarrel in front of you and Jungwon.
"Sunoo is very social, but he truly cares and loves deeply when it comes to his people," the boy beside you spoke up. You looked at him with widened eyes, surprised at the romantic sentiment about his friend he shared with you. But the fact itself wasn't a surprise at all. You knew very well how much Sunoo loved his family and friends, enough to try and love someone so undeserving of love like yourself.
"He does," you say somewhat quietly, although the confirmation wasn't needed. Jungwon turns to look at you, and the seriousness from the beginning of the evening returns in full force.
"So love him properly, or leave him alone" if you weren't the paragon of doom, you'd surely experience a chill down your spine by the way he spoke in such an icy tone; it was impressive for such a young soul.
"I will', and you left your ambiguous answer at that. Jungwon might think he is protecting his friend by pushing danger away, but by now, his dear friend has already made a deal with the danger to protect the younger friends. Jungwon didn't say much after that, opting to drag the youngest out of the little debate with his housemate and waving said housemate and you a quick goodbye.
Sunoo turned to look at you with a smile, and you didn't know what expression you returned to the pink-haired boy, but it satisfied him enough to widen his smile. "Your friends seem to buy our act," you wanted to say, but instead, a strong emotion came over you along with its owner's thought: she is devastatingly beautiful tonight.
There, in the dark moonlit winter night,
Kim Sunoo, who knew what you were,
Kim Sunoo, who knew what you did,
Kim Sunoo, who thought you were beautiful.
"Y/N," I have to tell her now.
"Y/N," she's not listening.
How could I be beautiful, dear Sunoo?
"…Y/N", why is she tearing up?
When all I do is bring doom to people you love?
"Y/N!" oh no, she is crying…
"Don't." your tone was nowhere near as commanding or impactful as hoped for. Sunoo doesn't say anything. The two of you stay in the silent winter air for an everlasting moment, the tension not wavering for even a bit.
You can stop my voice from speaking the words I want you to hear, Y/N. Sunoo's thoughts ring loud in your head, and no matter how much you try to cancel them, he is persistent in sending them to you.
But it won't change what I think or what I feel. Please don't say the words; please don't.
"Sunoo, do not say things you do not mean."
I love you, "with all my heart," and I'm sorry it will be you.
You look up at the boy with pain, worry, and gratitude. His eyes are filled with the same dreamlike sparkles since the day he decided to try and love you genuinely.
"Thank you, and I'm sorry," those were the only words you could say to him at that moment. But he understood them well and held your face to lock your lips together, the taste of your tears and his was salty, but they love the two of you shared was sweet despite it.
Your heart started ringing with a sound, and your own voice spoke within you: I can't leave him, Jungwon. Not yet. But I will love him, properly. It was the first thought you had of your own.
Miles away, on a hospital bed, Sunghoon stared out of his window with a faint smile on his lips. His little pot is bearing a small sprout, a healthy bright green. A frozen heart has finally started blooming.
The two months that followed gave the sprout enough time to grow into a steady flower. Some days, Sunghoon watched it spurt in its growth, some other days, a few leaves felt drier than others, but the flower never grew limp.
Sunoo received the full power to drag his Doom to every date place he had planned, excitement oozing from every bit of the boy's body.
"Do you think we should take a photo on top of the Ferris wheel?" the Arts Major asked, completely neglecting the fact that he doesn't do well with heights. You look at him with worry in your eyes.
"I don't know, it's so high up that if my powers take over, we are in some deep trouble," you bit your lip, feeling sorry that even a simple Ferris wheel ride wasn't something you could share with Sunoo. You feel your boyfriend's soft palms grabbing your face, and you look up into his honey brown eyes.
"It's okay, we can go to the teacups! Honestly, I could wrap you in bubble wrap if that is any better" you smile at his silly idea, but let him take your hand and lead you into the kid segment of the amusement park without a doubt.
To you, Sunoo was a constant light that tries hard to pry in your darkness. He was a source of comfort, excitement, and young happiness you've never been allowed to experience before.
A strange feeling comes over you as you wait for the cotton candy to be made into a duck like the pink-haired requested. It was strange in the way that instead of making you stronger, the power was damping your abilities. Before you could fully access the situation, you drop to the ground. Sunghoon.
One moment, Sunoo was happily looking at your figure, buying him cotton candy, and the next, he is in a hospital room, all frozen in place.
Although he doesn't like to admit it, the feeling of being stunned is nothing new, so he knows exactly what is happening.
The room was badly lit by the cloudy weather, and only one bed was occupied by a tall, pale man with dark locks.
"Kim Sunoo, we finally meet" the man greets you; his attitude and appearance match in no way. He looked unwell, but the power around him was undeniable. Seeing how this entity took an interest in Sunoo, it must be Y/N's superior.
"Oh, you guys really are on a first name basis? Doom cannot have another name besides what she's made to cause, right?"
"Why did you make her doom?" Sunoo asks, the initial fear wearing off the moment you are mentioned. You never asked to be doom; you never asked for any of this.
"Because handing the role of doom to someone who will enjoy every second of it is basically handing power to a maniac. I'm more classy than that", did this deity just...look at their nails with indifference?
"I did, can you just...hold your judgy thoughts for a second and let me ask you what I wanted to ask you? I didn't piss off your girlfriend for nothing you know..."
Sunoo huffs, finding the man underwhelming in terms of elegance now and overwhelming in his rude attitude.
“Why did you wish for doom in the first place?”
The pink-haired boy is dumbfounded. It wasn’t necessary a question he hadn’t seen coming, but he simply never had the chance to prepare his answer, especially not his answer to a deity on that question.
“You cannot fool me with the excuse of an intoxicated mind, doom isn’t a messenger that goes to every drunken soul that cries over a bottle of soju.”
The human bites his lip, his fingers trembling slightly, there probably wasn’t much to confess because the deity must know everything already. But seeing his expectant posture, the deity wanted to hear Sunoo say it.
“Because the one I loved left me for another…just like my parents…because I felt like all love was untrue and the world deserved to be doomed,” Sunghoon nods at his words, acting like he didn’t already know.
“Do you still feel that way? Having met Doom, aka the very reason love stories break?”
“Very well, you may go back to her.”
Sunghoon took good care of the little sprout. He changed the fertilizer often and watered the plant with top condition sunlight. He did his very best to give the remaining days of the flower a healthy stem, but the inevitable had to come, even for beings like Sunghoon.
He had to replace the flower, no matter what.
That same evening, you lay in Sunoo's arms. The two of you are staring at his ceiling, decorated with the lights of a sunset lamp you gave the boy for Christmas. You were feeling a bit hot, the feverish temperature of your skin rising with each second; it felt like burning when your skin came in contact with Sunoo's, but he was so warm, you didn't want to let go.
You knew very well why your body was acting more human by day, and it made you happy, yet your lover sad.
"I'm so sorry, Y/N," Sunoo was shaking with uncontrollable sadness while holding your burning body close to him.
"Kim Sunoo," you had to do your final job as Doom.
"Please don't, Y/N," Sunoo's cries grew louder, his tears falling onto your clothes as you looked at him as if he placed a sparkle of firework into the sky of this night.
"Will you make your wish?" you try to muster the courage to give him a tiny smile. Because Sunoo was the man you love, and the man you love cares for this world.
"Or will you sacrifice the one you love most?" enough to give up on his own happiness.
"You had 100 days to make a decision", enough to give up 100 precious days to fall in love with a creature like doom.
"Have you made that decision?" enough to succeed.
"Y/N, I can't; I am so sorry"; Sunoo sits upright, his legs dangling over his bed; you mimic his position.
"It's okay, Sunoo" you take his crying face in your hands and kiss his forehead with tenderness.
"Thank you for loving me," for loving me enough that letting me go is the biggest doom in your eyes.
Somewhere amidst the spring, decades (that's how Sunoo felt at least) after Doom has left Sunoo's side. The boy was still the same in most situations. He still went to university with his radiant smile and still bickered with Nishimura Riki whenever the two locked eyes. He still burnt his cooking, but it was okay.
To Sunoo, losing you was not a surprise, but it didn't make it any less painful. Therefore, he looks up at the sky, feeling the spring breeze of the night air comfort him when he thinks of you.
Sometimes it works, and sometimes it doesn't. But that's all right. Because every time he feels the pain in his chest, he knows he still loves you. In his hand lays a small folded letter with a daffodil stuck unto it.
Take care until I return, and miss me more everyday.
“You know, taking care means water and pot the plant, not keep it in a state of dehydration on the envelope…” an all to familiar voice speaks to him from behind, the Arts Major has never whipped his head around that fast.
He looks into your eyes and drop the letter, embracing you with streaks of hot tears running down his cheeks.
“You’re back. You’re here. You returned??”
You tighten his embrace with burning eyes, giving him a kiss on his shoulder while placing your chin on it. “I’m back and here to stay, Sunoo.”
“Because I forgot to say it back. I love you, Kim Sunoo.”
A distance away, Sunghoon stands next to Yang Jungwon. The former human boy looking at his friend with a wide smile on his face.
“Do you not regret your decision, little sheep?”
“I don’t. And I never will,” Sunghoon observes the determined gaze in the boy’s eyes. “You enjoy love, don’t you?”, the question makes Jungwon raise a brow.
“Be the messenger of Love.”
“Will I be called love as well?”
“No, just Yang Jungwon. I enjoy pretty names.”
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