hyunjoorv:
he let out a little groan, pulling her into his arms and letting his hand run through her hair. “i’m sorry. i’m so sorry. they wouldn’t be saying all that to you if i weren’t me,” he told her, kissing the top of her head. “luri, i love you– what can i do to show you that?” he’d never said those words out loud before, to any woman, but they weren’t hollow. he meant it. he was whipped for this girl.
she rested her head on his chest, letting tears fall as he held her. if he was such a bad man, why did she feel so safe with him like this? why did she feel so secure in his arms? “you don’t need to be sorry. they do. you’ve done nothing to me,” she cried, hands balling up into fists and clutching his shirt. when she heard his confession, though, she pulled away, looking up at him with watery eyes. “you love me?” she asked in awe. “i love you too...”











