Some folks had asked for the entire poem in text form and one has even raised their hand to finish drawing the series! To you I say: YES! Please feel totally free to draw the rest, draw it from the beginning, draw it in any style you’re like! Here at your disposal, the entire poem:
The Arashicrumb Tinies
by @meretreecious and @pickyfingers
A is for Aiba who so easily cries
B is for Boats that never stay dry
C is for Concerts filled with emotion
D is for Dreams set into motion
E is for Experiments, no idea is too strange
F is for Fight Song, which Nino arranged
G is for ‘Gool’ and ‘DO YOU LIKE BIRD?’
H is for Happiness, a PV to applaud
I is for Idols who don’t act their own age
J is for Jun who sets up their stage
K is for Kiiroi Namida, and ambitions arrested
L is for Leader, who’s often molested
M is for Mago but just for one day
N is for Nino who needs games to play
O is for Ohno who loves open seas
P is for Pikanchi where Jun’s Vietnamese
Q is for Quarrels, ‘cause the members don’t fight!
R is for Rainbow, everything will be all right
S is for Sakurai, no heights preferred
T is for ‘Time - the Power of Words’
U is for Uzbekistan and costumes that shine
V is for Volleyball 1999
W is for Wish and songs that rocked the nation
X is for Xiao Long Bao, a delicious celebration
Y is for Younger days, first filmed on a cruise
Z is for Zero, where Sho reads the news
Back to A for Anniversaries, their tenth* year together
Let’s go out. Do you not like me? No, that’s not it. Ah, do you need time to think? Why are you suddenly doing this? Because I like you. But I… so… I’ve never dated anyone before. Ah. Well… then it’s about time. A day is long enough to think it over, right? Mull it over for a day. You… like me too.
tags: character study, reconciliation, healing,, romantic angst, eventual smut, mentions of mental illness and suicidal thoughts.
notes: this is a continuation/second/final installment of you can let it go. now, listen! don’t judge me for the tags! okay, i deserve this and if you’re reading then you know deserve it too. this will be better edited in the morning i promise
“Did you call him?”
“No,”
“But you wanted to?” Park Tae Yang nods. “I wanted to wish him a happy birthday. Stupid right? What kind of girl still calls up their boyfriend.. ex-boyfriend.. that they begged to break up with just for a happy birthday. It was ridiculous.. Thank god I didn’t end up doing it,” her voice trails off, god what the fuck are you crying for?
Dr. Lee leans over, handing her the box of tissues that seem to be wisps of paper by the end of their meetings and instantly refilled for the next.
Here are the things you don’t say to your heartbroken son after he broke up with the ONE person that made him happy, just to keep the peace of his family:
Number 1
Number 2
You could literally see the light on his eyes fade away….
Number 3
And Number 4
No. Not okay, ahjumma. Taejun has lived silently, as if to not disturb, all his life with his family. Always swallowing down the comparisons to his sister, the obvious favoritism, and acting like nothing is wrong with a big smile. And now he has made the biggest sacrifice, for the happiness of this family who treats him like trash, and his own mother thanks him for being broken? For getting so hurt he didn’t even realize he was physically injured?
There’s not worst mother than the one who thinks she’s amazing at her job, so loving and nuturing, yet is so blind to the monster she actually is. Not even once did she ask how much did he care for Taeyang. Not even once was she interested in getting to know his side of the story. She just slapped him, told him to break it off and then expected him to be happy.
Summary: In the end his home does become their home.
Author's note: I'm not going to even pretend that I understand how the dorm/ house things works I just made a bunch of stuff up and called it a day. Anyway you can blame @orphiccs who easily converted into a park twin couple ergo resulting in yet another fic that edges on spicy on mostly settles on fluff.
She chooses to take his adamantly repeated words lightly because there's no telling what would happen to her heart- the weak neglected organ- if she placed anymore importance on his bold claims.
But regardless of her reluctance, his home does indeed become their home.
Away from the dorms.
It's where they collapse after hours of swatting shuttlecocks back and forth between them.
Her father's eyes are piercing and too knowing as she stutters out an explanation of why she wasn't at her dorms when he visited.
"We were just watching tv."
She doesn't blush because there's no reason to, she's a grown woman at twenty five years and not the insecure teen that struggled to make eye contact after disappointing her father.
"Badminton comes first. If he distracts you this ends." He threatens sounding all too serious.
She's never purposely disobeyed her father, struggled too hard to gain his approval and love to ever consider doing such a thing. But if he told her to let go of Taejun forever, she knows that would be the first time.
But he no longer delivers fresh fruits to the dorm, instead turning Taejun's kitchen into a produce aisle- commonly texting her to remind them to eat whatever fruit he had brought them.
Taejun looks slightly nauseous at the sight of strawberries to her surprise.
"You don't like strawberries?" She asks him with a head tilt, pushing the red berry at him but he moves away with a scrunched nose and hasty hand wave.
"I'm just sick of them." He groans placing his empty cup in the sink. One of the matching green cups he bought for them, her own on the countertop. With a shrug she pops another succulent berry in her mouth, nibbling at the flesh and throwing the stem on a plate. Another purchase from their most recent shopping trip, she had suggested matching green plates but he'd shook his head picking up pale yellow ones instead.
When she'd raised a brow in question he answered, "They look like the sun. It'll remind me of you."
To which she had hidden her cheeks while rushing away. He was such a shameless flirt, it was embarrassing.
"You're making me want them now."
His voice has that tone, a tone she never knew before but with her first boyfriend she has learned that there are tones. And they can mean so much.
She makes the mistake of looking at him while taking another bite, juices running down her lip and her tongue is too tied to catch the fluids before they drip on her white hoodie.
"Shit."
Response to both that hungry look in his eyes and the stain on her favorite hoodie.
She rubs at the stain but that only smears it more, making things worst.
"Stop that. Take it off, we need to clean it with water and soap."
She gasps at his order, staring at him blankly his words disarming her senses. Normally she wears a shirt under her hoodie incase she gets hot, not today though. She was in a rush (and eager to see him.)
"I- no... I don't have...." The words fumble clumsily on her tongue and he stares sharply trying to interpret her words- the jumbled incomplete mess they are. Realization blooms on his face, his gaze sharpening a quick barely noticeable glance at her chest before his gaze settles on her eyes.
"Okay." His voice is strangled, too deep and telling.
Another charged moment of them staring at each other, her in trepidation and him with something palpable that makes her skin tingle.
He walks away without a word into a room she hasn't ventured to, too nervous to after seeing a bed in there. She twiddles her fingers awkwardly on the table before standing to throw away the discarded strawberry stems and run water on the stained plate.
"Here."
She surpresses the urge to jump, for someone so big he can be so quiet at times. Feet light as clouds even off the badminton court.
Something soft falls on her head and she reaches up to grab it. It smells like his detergent as if it was taken straight from the laundry. Knowing him there is a clean bag of clothes hidden somewhere in that room.
"Put it on. I'll wash that." He gestures at her soiled hoodie.
She looks down considering her options.
"Come on before it sets."
With a sigh she grabs the edge and starts to tug it up obediently without thought suddenly freezing as a sliver of her stomach is just exposed, cool air running up the naked skin.
With a burning blush and a mental reprimand- what kind of idiot undresses publicly just because they're told?- she pulls the material back into its rightful place.
"Don't stop on my account. I don't mind."
She glares face still burning.
He smirks in return looking her up and down salaciously.
With a huff she stomps to the bathroom brushing his hand away as he tries to grab her wrist, ignoring his whine of: "Just do it here. I won't look."
He's lying. Everything about his body screams the truth, there's no chance he won't look and she's terrified that she won't mind.
Embracing her moment of solitude, she yanks off her hoodie and switches into the one he lent her, not even a little surprised at how large it fits on her body. Taejun is big- in personality and height.
She instinctively checks herself out in the mirror and winces at her appearance; cheeks comically red accompanied with a flush the runs from her forehead to her chest.
"Pull yourself together, you're not a child. There's nothing to be so embarrassed about, nothing even happened."
And nothing will happen because they are only here to watch tv. A badminton tournament that neither of them is competing in.
Then she turns on the faucet and rubs at her sweater with soap, relieved when the stain starts to lift. At least one thing was going according to plan.
"Hey! Are you going to live in there? If so, let me in I wanna live with you!"
"Gross! Shut up!" She yells back, splashing water on her face and taking a solidifying breath. Hanging the hoodie to dry over the shower pole.
Nothing is going to happen.
She expects him to be sitting in front of the television waiting for her so she collides into his firm chest as she hastily exits the bathroom. Her forehead rests on what feels like a solid wall, the warmth of his body sweltering even through his layers of clothes.
She reacts first, jumping backwards ready to chastise him for being a creep.
"This was a bad idea." He laments looking pained.
Too many things pop in her head at his statement: befriending her, believing in her, defending her, dating her, loving her.
"I'll never be able to focus with you. Wearing that." He gestures at her body.
That silences the whispers in her head, if only for a moment.
She looks down at herself, his hoodie reaching her mid knee and the sleeves way too long for her arms- sure she resembles a kid playing dress up. And this makes his proclamation all the more confusing.
"Why? I'm done eating now, I won't get any food on it."
He looks at her with a glint in his eyes sparking with barely concealed humour.
"You're so innocent. It makes me want to corrupt you my sweet Taeyang."
She ignores the heat swarming her body pushing past him to the living room, having no rebuttal for his challenge.
"I should take a picture to remember this."
And then he does exactly that, snapping pictures of her even though she screams and covers her face feet flailing out to kick the phone from his hands. He grabs her in retaliation, tickling her until her stomach hurts and she starts to plead.
"Please, no more! I give up, have mercy!"
He lets her go but only after dropping an impromptu kiss on her cheek, chuckling at her shocked face.
"Close your mouth before I take that as an invitation."
She squeaks, snapping her mouth shut going as far as to cover it with her hands.
"Should I be offended? Is kissing me that terrible?"
As if. Kissing him is the best feeling in the world right alongside scoring on the court and making her father proud. It makes her feel alive and wanted in a way that nothing else ever has before because nobody has ever wanted her before him.
But instead of sharing those thoughts she says, "Just watch the match."
And for once he doesn't argue, sitting down too close to her and wrapping a long arm around her shoulder dragging her closer until they are flush against each other. She melts into his light hold, letting him take the full weight of her body; which he does easily as if she weighs nothing.
Eventually the match becomes distracting enough for them to focus on it and not each other, and they are cheering and shouting suggestions at the television.
This goes on until the sun bends low and the sky transforms into milky twilight, curfew must be near and that can only mean one thing it's almost time for her to go.
She hates this part more each time.
Heart aching every time they're forced to part, outwardly he's the clingy one but in her mind she knows that she's no better missing him before he's even gone.
"I should leave soon."
This is where he usually tries to stop her, through childish methods- hiding her shoes, clinging to her like a koala or even crying desperately; crocodile tears on his cheeks.
So she's anxious when no such attempt comes looking over at him finally, only to find his eyes slipped shut and his face smooth of emotion.
He's asleep, she should have known from the silence. He always fills the empty spaces.
He's cute. Objectively she knows that he's always cute, unfortunately he knows it too and uses it to his advantage but now with him unconscious she can admire the chiseled line of his jaw and the fullness of his lips.
"Am I truly allowed to be this happy?" She brushes the fringe hanging over his forehead, dragging her fingers down his smooth cheek.
She pauses at his lips, they look so harmless now but she knows the devastation they can inflict washing away all her logic and self control.
She loathes the idea of waking him up from his much needed nap but she can't resist tracing the rim of his lips with a single digit, playing with the dip of his cupid bow. Her exploration is done with nothing but curiosity but as his lips twitch and pucker slightly all pretenses fade away, she's not as innocent as he claims.
Just not as bold as him.
He's leaning against the wall, body on full display chest steadily rising and falling.
"Taejun, can you hear me?"
He gives no answer, not even stirring at her call and it builds her confidence making her move closer only inches separating their faces now.
She wants to kiss him so badly it's a physical pain in her chest.
She strokes his cheeks instead, smothering the urges swirling inside of her. He was asleep. She had no right kissing him without his knowledge, no matter how tempting he was.
"Are you going to stare at me all night? Just do it."
Her body is jolting before she can register that he's awake and speaking to her. Then she slaps him in the chest hard, refusing to wince when it hurts her possibly more than it does him. Stupid athlete body.
"Why do you always pretend you're sleeping?" She rolls her eyes, moving to stand up.
"Why didn't you kiss me?"
He's always so damn honest, words coming to mind and leaving his mouth before processing.
"You were sleeping. It didn't seem right."
She offers back honestly but he scoffs at her, placing a hand on her shoulder.
"So? You can still kiss me. You can always kiss me, there's no version of me the doesn't want you."
Her eyes prickle from the nonchalant confession, he smiles fondly like he knows the effect he had on her and that she's fighting to hold back tears.
"Don't cry. Just kiss me, I want to remember it tonight in my dreams."
She closes the distance between them crawling on her knees, his eyes widen in surprise at the view before she presses her lips into his pushing away the time for rational thought.
They kiss with only lips and then he pushes a wet tongue into her mouth and she accepts it as she's done with everything else he's offered her- hungrily but with some initial hesitation. There has never been another tongue in her mouth before him. So many of her firsts belong to him. Then there's a warm hand on her back pulling her closer, closer and then lifting and settling her on a firm lap.
She pants, taking breaths through her nose like he taught her as he expertly devours her musing her hair with long fingers. She return the favor, scratching at the soft nape of his neck chest constricting at the deep rumbling groan he lets out. And then he shifts his hips and she bolts off her resting place, stumbling back onto her butt.
She's can't help but look down, his pants tenting obviously through the material of his gray sweatpants.
"I-um. I..I'll go. I should go."
But she makes no move to follow through, still watching him as he inhales air as if he's depraved and flexes his hands until the veins are prominent in his arms.
"You don't need to run because I'm like.....this. It's natural. I want you. Want to do everything with you."
She sits straighter at the promise, squirming in her spot. His voice has always done something to her but it's stronger than ever now. The tone is back.
"But I'll only do what you want me to. You're safe with me."
She nods. Too charged to use words to reply, both of their gazes locked on the other as the air sparks between them.
A second for consideration is all she gives.
Then she leans forward again, caution thrown to the wind the hot puffs of air from his lips landing on her own as he meets her halfway.
Then something vibrates in her pocket and she already knows what it is.
Curfew is in ten minutes. She has to go, right now and tells him as much.
"Just move in with me."
She smiles at him, squishing his cheeks then smacking a loud kiss against his lips.
"You couldn't handle it. I heard you can die from blue balls."
He sputters at her but she's faster than him, grabbing her jacket and racing to the doorway to put on her shoes.
"I'll make sure to dream of you tonight. Make sure you do the same."
His curse works and he's hovering above her later that night, dirty grin on his stupidly handsome face as he pushes a hand into her underwear and whispers how much he likes seeing her in his clothes as she moans and bucks beneath him.
She can barely make eye contact the next day, ignoring the lascivious smile he sends her way.
tags: astro writes the fic no one asked for, fluff, canon compliant, canon, romance, short one-shot
notes: you guys all saw this coming. dedicated to @seawherethesunsets and @illuminatedquill 🤍🤍 love getting to scream and talk about this show with you both. always a pleasure! sorry for mistakes will he edited in the morning.
if it’s any consolation she didn’t stay up practically the whole night watching him sleep. it did take up most of it but, her thoughts wouldn’t stop turning if she tried. despite her fully awake mind’s best effort she snuggles into him by two am, his hand still intertwined with hers.
and she learns three major things that night.
the first two are not ground-breaking.
one, he scrunches his nose a lot and two that he snores in a way that’s sickening and annoyingly cute because it would be unbearable if it were anyone else.
and three that he’s actually human. okay, of course, she knew that. he wasn’t some robot walking around, however in a way he’s seem so perfect. so in-tune with who he was like nothing could make him question himself.
he knew what he was good at.
he knew what he was bad at.
he knew just what he wanted when he wanted it.
in a weird way, it made her forget that deep down just like all of them that he wasn’t invincible on the inside.
tae yang checks his temperature through the night, his neck still warm under her palm. aish, why didn’t you stay in the hospital? what brought you all the way down here, hm?
tae joon moves closer, head falling onto the edge of her pillow. she’s practically screaming on the inside, literally standing in a void screaming her head off when his grip gets tighter and she can feel his breath on her neck.
there’s a part of her, a really big part of her that’s scared like everything is too good to be true. like park tae joon is some fantasy she conjured up to try and deal with her return that’s threatening to fade away when she least expects it.
then, there’s the part of her that doesn’t dwell on the fear.
tae yang likes that part much more. that’s the part that puts her hand to her chest when he’s not looking checking to see if her beating heart is in her head or if it’s actually him and it’s always beating for him. he’s too smooth with his words it’s becoming a nuisance to her regularly programmed thoughts.
the part that internalizes every sweet sentence.
every moment they spend together and locks it away to a safe place in her mind making even more room in her heart to keep it.
he’s her first relationship, fills the firsts for a lot of things she hasn’t done or felt as hard as she did now. yet, it doesn’t feel like it. instead it’s like she’s known him all her life and that she was carved out to meet like in one of those old tales about soulmates.
he seems so sure. never fails to show that every part of him is in it. so why would he ask her to love him? what fool wouldn’t love and cherish him?
his features soften in that moment. the armor around his body breaks. his eyes beg for reassurance.
for a moment that sly guy she’s come to.. love becomes nothing more of a far away image that makes its way around till it’s ready to come back. left with the pieces of the man behind the smiles she wonders about everything she doesn’t know.
she loves him. some may say it’s too soon to tell but she doesn’t want to explain it or make sense of it because she loves him and that’s that.
she meant it when she said she wanted him to be happier learning just how good he is at hiding.
he’s human.
she wishes he lets it out more.
yah, there’s no way i couldn’t love you, she wanted to say at first. the words already running down from her head to her tongue, but that wasn’t what he needed in the moment. she left it off to later, plucking off the words she’d been waiting to say.
the smile on his lips nearly brings tears to his eyes, shaking his hand softly she tells him to sleep.
aren’t you tried as well?
i can manage.
you should sleep.
you first. she tells him when his eyes flutter close, watching as he gently smacked his lips.
she slipped her hand out from under her, reaching it up to his hair and moving the wisps out of his eyes.
exposing his forehead, tae yang gently leans up trying to limit the amount her bed creeks as much as possible.
she lingers for a moment and then slithers down his body, taking up the space in his warmth, hoping that warm feeling is mutual as he sleeps.
hoping she gets more moments to love him like this.
She was a stray asteroid, making her way aimlessly across the universe but caught by gravity, locked into a synchronous orbit with this tall, stubborn person, unable to tear herself away and yet unable to see all of him.
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alternate episode 6 ending scene where Sunghoon crosses the line first.
HCCC: I came for Kim Seon Ho playing the romantic lead, but I stayed for Shin Min A’s Hye-jin - Part 2
Part 2 of the long essay on why Hye-Jin was such a well written female lead. If you are up for it, you can read part 1 here.
Continuing with my list of why I find her character relatable, well rounded and REAL!
Being ambitious and owning success!
Hye-jin has incredible confidence in herself to walk out on a job and then set up her own clinic in a town where no one knows her. She knows what she can do !
But success hasn’t come easy to her, and she still battles those insecurities. Her whole prepping for the wedding party is SO RELATABLE (and nice trope inversion – she is going to a wedding party but not worried about her marital status, but will she have enough professional success to brag about?). This is basically Hye-jin’s ‘fake it till you make it’ moment!
She sees ambition and success as a positive thing and over the 16-episode arc, that doesn’t change. Even in the last 15 minutes of the final episode, she is prodding Du-sik on being more than just the area chief. It's such a blink and you miss it scene (especially considering what follows LOL), but it's interesting that writer Shin Ha-eun inserted this as an indication that Hye-jin will always want a little bit more than Di-suk and that's okay.
Unapologetic clarity of thought and purpose (coupled with kindness and compassion)
THIS!! While I love flawed women on screen, I am tired of seeing flaky characters who are just fumbling through life in the 30s. Yes, those stories need to be told, but I also want to see more stories of women who have their shit together.
And no matter what life throws at Hye-jin, she has her shit together.
Whether it’s her feelings for Du-sik, her stand against Nam-Sook’s bad medical advice, her take on Gam-ri’s dental treatment ..she is so clear in how she wants to handle things. She has clarity of opinions (but not stubbornness, she listens too!).
And most of the times, she brings forth her views with compassion. In her multiple proposals to Du-sik, she is unafraid of the consequences. When Du-sik starts unravelling in the early stages of their relationship – she is patient and kind, but still advocates for open, healthy communication!
This ‘no-drama, let’s talk about what’s going on and lets deal with it together’ is such a real representation of female strength.
I know more real women who get their life thru with this approach – compassion, understanding and open communication!
….and yet, and yet she is incredibly vulnerable!
This is my favorite part that makes her such a rounded character. Hyejin goes all out in everything that she does – which leaves her incredibly open to being hurt. She has one friend in the whole world – that’s her only support system. Imagine how alone she is and how much she protects herself – coz she knows that the world has hurt her before. And when she starts trusting Du-sik (very early on..)..she goes all in. Her friendship to Du-sik is literally one lonely soul reaching out to another – and she lets him see her in her too-quick-to-judge self, drunken silly and sad vulnerable self. Du-sik is the one who remains closed off till the end…!
And that’s why I love how she is written – she is all that awesomeness, but she is also this. And for me this representation is what takes the cake – coz that’s the kind of complex, rounded characters I want to see on screen.
So if you made it till here, thank you !!! (This turned out to be longer than I thought but character analysis is my jam!)
To you who is always kind, always warm-hearted, but is hiding because the world is cruel and the people aren’t welcoming.
You grew up too quickly for the sake of your father. You ditched youth for the sake of your future. You are us, in many form.
Today, I realized, the journey you’ve been through is a story I want to tell to the world. For standing on your own two feet, for running towards your future, and for soaring to the sea of love.
So, thank you Gongjin, for believing in her. For giving her the space she needed to find her true self again. For showing her the love she almost forget.
And you, Hyejin-ah, I hope you’re happy right now.
It also means oneself. It feels like I’ve become you and you’ve become me in some way.
To me, Hye Jin and Du Sik are proof that healthy and freeing love exists. They are the kind of love I hope to have. A love that supports, a love that stays, a love that heals, a love that warms me to the bones. A love that will never let me feel lonely.
“I’d love it if our shoes were always side by side at the door together.”
“Two pairs of shoes by the door, two toothbrushes in the bathroom, and two aprons in the kitchen. Everything will be in pairs. In a house where we keep those, will you enjoy today, tomorrow, and all of your time with me?
imo it feels like homcha and sikhye are written specifically for people like hyejin. Let me explain.
Personally I really relate to Hyejin. The feeling of having to grow up a little too fast due to circumstances out of your control, having to navigate life on your own, feeling out of place in many ways, determined to make a respectable life for yourself, it all reminds me of myself. And most of all, I relate to the feeling of having been an open and loving and warm person as a child, but having life beat down on you a little too much for a little too long, and having to close your heart up so as not to cause yourself anymore pain, which leads to less love seeping out, leaving you looking cold and standoffish, and less love trickling in, leaving you feeling alone. You've drawn your boundary line and you dont let anyone cross it, and you don't cross it yourself. And any relationship you tried never broke down the boundary you formed. Either they never tried to step over it, or you never did. And after years and years you just get used to it. Now you keep your 1 or 2 friends super close, share your love with them, and you send the excess off into the world in whatever small way you can, by writing charity checks, and smiling at random children.
imagine one day you come across someone who steps in and out of your boundary with ease, without even really intending to because thats just the type of person they are, someone who pushes you to re-examine your boundaries, and someone who makes you want to cross your boundary line of your own accord. Someone who makes you want to open your heart up again. Imagine you like them enough to be vulnerable, to take a chance, to risk yet another blow to your heart. And imagine they like you too. Would you not go giddy with excitement and love? Would you not be ecstatic that finally, FINALLY, you can share your heart, thats been closed since childhood, and be accepted and loved back?
When you've closed your heart up since childhood, you end up missing out on puppy love, where you just hold hands and pinch eachother cheeks and share sweets. You miss out on teenage love, where you do over the top gestures and be obnoxious and loud in public and take silly couple pictures together. You miss out on the less childish parts of love as well, where you're still affectionate but more quiet, and sit in comfortable silence just doing your own thing but together. You miss out on every experience you've watched others go through as you've grown up, so if you finally get the chance wouldn't you do it all? Wouldn't you do everything you missed?
If I fell in love today, I would ask my partner to go dancing with me, I 've always wanted to ballroom dance with someone I love. I would ask them to cook a meal with me, we could have a water fight while washing up. I would hold them close and kiss their cheeks and stroke their hair as we watch tv. I would ask to go apple picking together, I'd ask to go shopping together and buy them an outfit. I'd ask them to go out to dinner again and again and again. I would do everything I could with that person, anything I wanted, anything they wanted, to make up for all the lost time. To make up for all the repressed love.
This is all to say, that I understand hyejin. Her actions are cute and childish and cringy and adorable and over the top and everything that she always wanted to do but couldn't. I understand. And I understand the people who don't understand her, because I think its difficult to know how much you can long to do little things like kiss someones dimples, or do couples yoga, unless you've longed for a connection like that your entire life.
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