a man who yearns is a man who earns
happy anton birthday week 🎂 🦕♥️
slight angst but lots of slowburn. anton yearnermaxxing. mutual pining since the beginning. warning: suggestive near the end. DRYHUMPING only dw :P reader kisses his tattoo.
5830 words. this was drafted as a listicle/headcanons, but i got away again so its all narrated like that... mian TOT/ hehe some parts were inspired by the first frost 😁 enjoy 💕
anton, the moment he grew fond of you, swore to himself that he would work harder than destiny. than the universe. than the whims of any god.
that man has been helplessly in love with you since day one. no one can change his mind.
anton is the most patient man to ever walk this earth.
he patiently waits for you when classes are finally over. you pace slower than him when walking together.
when you asked him to teach you some bass basics, and you were struggling, you never heard him hiss or groan in annoyance. it was new to you because you were used to hearing people complain when you were asking for nothing more than help.
anton is the gentlest soul. he was your classmate in high school, the quiet boy who was into music and sports. often carrying his cello and training bag, he would sometimes intentionally bump his things against your desk every morning just so you would notice him and greet him "good morning."
eventually, you became friends and bonded through silly conversations, trips to convenience stores, or random weekend study "dates."
by senior year, it was safe to say he was a close friend who obviously liked you. he wasn't even subtle, yet he remained remarkably nonchalant about it. (he didn't confess, but his actions were telling.)
anton never made you feel pressured to return his feelings. still, both of you stuck together like constant companions.
he was simply charming back then. he always accompanied you to the bus stop, a ten-minute walk from school.
being in love with you meant becoming a total loser for you. imagine him riding the bus, pretending to get off at a stop after yours just so he could linger with you a bit longer. in truth, he didn't even need transportation...he lived within walking distance of the school.
he noticed that you sometimes skipped lunch (to save money or sleep). so, he’d bring far too much food to share with you. he reasoned it as "bulking" for training whenever you asked why his meals were so proportionately large.
anton was always ecstatic whenever you asked him about music. whether it was an inquiry about instruments or what songs were trending, he’d geek out, genuinely pleased that you were interested in his world.
thus, he created a playlist of all his recommendations and shared it only with you. even his friends weren't allowed to listen to it; you were the only one with the link.
besides, he had a folder full of draft compositions, all inspired by you.
one time you mentioned liking a certain drink from the store, and the next thing you knew, it was a consistent sight on your desk every other day.
anton never stares directly at you for too long because he’s afraid his eyes will give him away.
instead, he became a master at watching you out of the corner of his eye. anton memorized the way you tie your hair or the specific sound your shoes make in the hallway.
but he's also incredibly attentive when you speak in class or tell him something you've discovered. you would become self-conscious because he would never break eye contact while you spoke.
anton swore he loved the idea of memorizing your features, yet he mastered the skill of grasping every word you yapped about despite being drowned in the beauty right in front of him.
often, he would look away instantly when he felt his nose burning with a pink flush.
you had to admit that your first love was memorable because it was anton.
...and you for anton.
as you grew older, it was a slow realization that you were just like anton—reserved and quiet. you shared so many interests and opinions, but the contrast was that you were too scared of love.
he was full of it, deserving and willing to give it all.
maybe he didn't deserve you. or rather, any part of your life that felt insecure when you let him in. his upbringing felt worlds apart from yours.
so, as romantic as it seemed, when anton confessed to you while the rain was pouring, you respectfully rejected him and bid him a final goodbye.
your world crushed as you saw his eyes, and how his expression showed he was trying so hard not to beg for answers.
"tell me you don't want me to leave, and i won't." it was hard to hear him, his soft voice clashing with the heavy rain. even if you tell him you don't want him to go, he is still fated to leave for his dreams.
of course, you didn't want anton to leave. he's the only person who sees through you, who genuinely cares for you, and totally understands you.
he was the only person you had.
but then again, your worlds were apart.
anton saw how you looked at him as if he were a stranger. you were the first to break eye contact, running away from him that night.
he stayed frozen there, standing in the middle of the park, drenched. all he could think about was you. he spent another thirty minutes alone in the rain, just in case you changed your mind and ran back.
when anton moved overseas to pursue his dream, you accepted the fact that your shared chapter had ended.
even though the only way you knew how to move forward with life was with him.
during college, you decided to distance yourself from everyone and start a new life. part of that meant leaving someone behind who wasn't there anymore.
anton, on the other side of the world, never stopped thinking about you. he tried asking your mutual friends how you were, but no information ever came back to him.
on your birthday, anton flew recklessly back home (without his parents' knowledge) just to gamble on the chance of seeing you after a year apart.
every year, he typed a "happy birthday" to your old number. he would stare at the blinking cursor, never moving past the drafted text.
anton usually celebrated your birthday in total silence, perhaps just by buying your favorite snack and eating it alone.
he wanted to respect your peace. he knew you so well. you had many reasons to be distant and alter your life, and he wished he could help you lessen the burden. so, showing up suddenly didn't feel right.
but a plane has already brought him back home.
instead, he waited at a cafe near your university, hidden in a hoodie and mask.
he had no idea whether you would even walk by or go to that cafe.
finally, after three hours of hoping and inhaling iced americanos, the bell chimed. there you were—the person he loved so much, despite the painful silence between you.
you had changed, and it was physically visible. he couldn't pinpoint if it was for better or worse, but he wouldn't dare bother you.
you ordered an iced latte and the cheapest cake the cafe had. for a student on a budget, it was enough.
anton devised a simple plan: buy a whole cake of your favorite flavor, ask the server to hand it to you with some made-up excuse, and hurry back to the airport.
you were surprised that day by a "lucky birthday promo." you went back to your dorm happily with a box of strawberry shortcake you had been eyeing for weeks.
the universe had finally favored you. from then on, you promised yourself you'd be a frequent customer there until you graduate.
little did you know...
all thanks to the guy who flew back overseas that night, uncaring of the consequences. at least he knew you were well.
you stopped listening to his playlists. you didn't want to be reminded. but the moment you found out he was still consistently adding new songs, you found yourself saving them again.
anton never stopped adding music to that old playlist he exclusively shared with you. he wasn't sure if you were listening, but the chances were never zero. for years, he added songs he wanted you to hear—songs that resonated with his longing.
it was still you. it was always you for anton.
for his junior recital, titled "Saudade," anton performed pieces by his assigned composer. he also finally completed the drafts he started in high school—the ones you saw only in the hidden music room. the ones you gave suggestions for, despite knowing nothing about the musical notes. the ones you teased him about dedicating to you.
on a random day, you decided to check how he was doing. you jumped from site to site, glad to see him thriving.
you stumbled upon his soundcloud. a three-minute song titled "saudade" was there. you tried to stay composed until you heard a familiar giggle fading softly after the bridge.
anton had sampled your giggle from that silly high school video of the two of you doing dinosaur impressions.
oh.
anton remembers you more than he ever truly knew you.
guess who flew back just to stop by your university on graduation day?
anton was also graduating in two days. he thought, time zones be damned.
he didn't ask if outsiders were allowed. he just roamed outside the venue until the ceremony ended. he spotted you from afar, taking photos with friends.
he wanted to give you flowers, but he didn't know how. so, he settled for the contentment of seeing you happy.
he wore a white long-sleeve shirt that fit his figure perfectly. he blended into the crowd, though people whispered about how handsome he was as they passed.
coincidentally, you saw a familiar face in the sea of robes. your gut told you it was him, but by the time you pushed through the crowd, he was gone.
maybe you were daydreaming.
you swore it was anton. but there was no way he’d fly back just for this. he probably forgot about you already.
anton focused on his career during those years, becoming successful immediately after graduating. he thought that if he ever ran into you again, he wanted to be "worthy" of standing beside you.
months later, when a friend invited you to a reunion at a new family restaurant, you never expected anton to be there.
and god. locking eyes with anton again—it was a struggle to convince yourself that this was reality.
you were mesmerized by how well he had aged. he looked intimidating, secure, and grown.
there was no way a man like this was still single.
there was no way anton would ever care about you like he used to.
when you finally crossed paths, anton’s reserved nature acted as a shield for the fact that he was actually shaking inside. his teenage self was screaming internally. it brought him back to the memory of you looking so dangerously pretty during the senior ball.
you had a way of making him feel incredibly uneasy, almost as if a million butterflies were fluttering in his stomach whenever you were around.
he was more nervous than he’d been at any recital.
anton wanted to see if you remembered him. you didn't react when he arrived at the table. it was awkward; you were sitting right across from him. people started to ask why you weren't close anymore.
"anton, here's the menu," you spoke quietly, handing it to him. the unexpected exchange went completely unnoticed by the rest of the table, oblivious to the tension building in the air.
as he looked across the room, he felt as if time had come to a standstill in that fleeting moment. everyone's chatter faded into a distant murmur, replaced by the pounding of his heart in his ears.
it was as if the world outside had dissolved, leaving only him and the source of his sudden, eager focus, enveloping him in a bead of heightened awareness.
when the group laughed at a story, anton still had the habit of not looking at the one telling the story. instead, he looked at you.
he just wanted to see if you were laughing, or if you felt left out. your reaction was the only one that mattered.
to lighten the mood after the heavy meals everyone had shared, a game started at the table. it was simple: there were random icebreaker questions on cards that anyone could answer freely. although it was somewhat boring, it helped spark conversations and allowed everyone to catch up.
yuha shuffled a card and read it aloud: “when was the last time you traveled alone?” everyone groaned, collectively agreeing that the card was boring. you didn’t have an answer, so you silently agreed with them.
as you picked a new card, anton coldly spoke up. “2023. 2026.” you looked up at him, and he was already sipping his drink.
“aigooo, no need to brag, nyc boy,” one of your classmates next to him cooed.
the years he mentioned were significant to you, so you watched him intently, wondering where someone as busy as him traveled alone during those times.
anton took another sip of his drink before glancing at you, as you were already conversing with yuha.
2023. your birthday.
2026. your graduation day.
later, he volunteered to drive friends home, and you were assigned to his car along with two classmates.
you discovered that he was residing in your building, sharing an apartment with your best friend's brother. they were living together temporarily while he searched for a place of his own, creating an unexpected connection just down the hall.
a true coincidence. destiny had favored him this time.
"unlucky" for you, you had to sit in the passenger seat.
anton was quick to notice you shivering and adjusted the temperature without a word.
when he overheard you were sick, he dropped a bag of supplies at your door. he texted, "i had extras, thought you might need them," even though the receipt showed he bought them five minutes prior.
"it's been five years. i'm sure he has moved on," you told your best friend.
moved on?
anton is immovable when it comes to you.
even now, he drinks the tea you liked and reads the niche authors you mentioned once in passing.
in the years apart, anton found ways to keep you in his life without you being there.
it wasn't obsession; it was just that those things were the only physical tethers he had left.
with his gentle nature, his yearning was physically painful to witness—if only you could see it. he was constantly fighting the urge to reach out.
once, he was already in the elevator when the doors reopened to find you aggressively pressing the buttons, panting. you hurried inside, desperate for the doors to close.
you leaned heavily against the cool, glass wall, your heart racing as the weight of your emotions felt almost tangible as you tried to gather yourself.
when you finally lifted your gaze, there stood anton beside you, his presence steady and reassuring in the midst of your turmoil.
you fixed your posture and sniffed, looking at him with the same eyes that had cried in the rain years ago.
the air felt tight. anton was so surprised that he couldn't find the words to ask what happened.
in a millisecond, you found yourself buried in his chest, arms latched around his back as if anchoring yourself to him. a wave of emotion surged through you, and soft sobs escaped your lips, muffled against the fabric of his shirt.
the world around you faded as you lost yourself in the comfort of his embrace, finding solace in the rhythm of his heartbeat echoing against you.
anton wanted to hug you back so badly it hurt, but he was terrified of overstepping. he let you clutch his shirt, his hands clenched at his sides, fighting the urge to hold you.
anton used to be the calmest person to hold you.
the elevator doors slid open with a soft ding, jarring you from your thoughts and pulling you back to the present moment.
“i’m so sorry,” you stammered, your breath still quickened by the adrenaline. “a drunk man was... chasing me. i got so scared.”
with a deep, apologetic bow, you rushed out of the elevator, eager to put distance between yourself and the unsettling encounter.
you enjoyed reconnecting during hangouts at anton and sungchan's place with your best friend, yuha, and you occasionally bumped into him around the building, sharing small talk.
yuha, the typical best friend that she is, always insists you come to his brother's place so you can see anton.
after one busy week, you finally decided to go for a grocery run. you normally went with sungchan, but out of courtesy, you had to ask anton as well.
"oh. sungchan decided to just sleep and let me come with you," he awkwardly hissed.
when in fact, he actually pushed sungchan before leaving their unit.
the idea of shopping together felt casual yet friendly, an opportunity to bond over shared experiences as neighbors.
while strolling the aisles, your shoulders brushed as you reached for the same item. he went completely still. he didn't pull away. for a loser like him, he savored that half-second of contact like it was oxygen.
you tried to hide a smile when your hands grazed while grabbing a pastry. "hey. look, it's your favorite," he remarked.
he still had the same effect on you.
and he still had the same foolish heart for you.
just as anton memorized your features, he could recognize the sound of your heart the moment you entered a room.
when he spotted you talking to the same mean relative who had mistreated you since high school, he saw the tension in your jaw and the way your eyes lost their spark.
he approached the apartment security with firmness, requesting their assistance in drawing away the intruders from the premises.
after a tense wait at his car, he felt a wave of relief wash over him when the security personnel finally took matters into their hands.
you were so thankful and pleased to hear the admin's mention of the possibility of blacklisting your relative, ensuring they wouldn’t trouble you on the premises again.
anton doesn't just like you—he studies you well.
he leaves for work at the same time as you, so you often meet in the lobby. through those shared encounters, anton was content with the simple "good mornings" you exchanged.
eventually, he found the courage to ask if you needed a ride.
anton was a liar. he would drive thirty minutes out of his way just to spend more time with you in the quiet of his car, where the world felt small, and it was just the two of you and the hum of the engine.
still a loser in love. you never knew he was lying about his workplace location.
shared rides became a space for catching up, until the atmosphere no longer felt thick or uncomfortable.
anton is usually composed, but after a few drinks at a classmate's engagement dinner, his walls thinned.
he was honest.
anton leaned his head back, eyes half-closed, watching you across the table with a look of such raw longing it made your breath hitch. he whispered, "i miss you," and then immediately looked away, blushing.
that didn't exactly help you sleep that night.
just like several years ago, anton became a constant in your life again.
he had a hectic day on your birthday, but rushed to your unit an hour before the day ended. luckily, you were awake.
you were surprised to see him holding the same cake brand you received "for free" back in college.
you both stood there for a moment, the air thick with unspoken words and lingering tension. a soft smile crept across your face, slowly thawing the uneasiness between you. "i... i wanted to give you this," he said, breathless, his eyes flickering with a mix of excitement and worry.
you felt a rush of warmth as you stepped aside, inviting him into your space.
soon, you found yourself cozily settled on the couch next to him, the lights spread around a warm glow in the room. anton began to sing the softest version of "happy birthday," his voice still a gentle caress that wrapped around you like a comforting blanket.
as you swayed the cake back and forth, the flickering candle casting playful shadows on your face, a sense of bliss surged through you.
with a deep breath, you closed your eyes to make a wish, then you blew out the candle in one breath.
anton, captivated by the scene unfolding before him. the view in front of him felt surreal.
all the waiting, all the years. it was clear that you were truly worth every single moment.
"what did you wish for?" anton asked as he sliced a piece for you.
"hmm. it's a secret."
he handed you the plate and smiled. "how can i make that wish happen if you won't tell me?"
one evening after his jog, he saw you with someone else in the lobby.
you were grinning, holding a box of chicken tenders from that guy (who held the elevator open for two minutes, uncaring of the sensor).
anton became incredibly polite, but his eyes went cold.
it was funny; you realized you knew him too well. the way he gripped his phone and how his voice dropped an octave.
"not the best chicken tenders," he broke the silence. you looked at him, amused. "very, very overcooked."
"too salty. if you got the yangnyeom flavor, it tastes like shi—"
you laughed. "actually, these are for sungchan. he asked me to pick them up for him. you can take them home."
right. wait, what? sungchan? my roommate? anton thought. stupid jealousy.
you handed him the bag. he was embarrassed, but his nonchalant facade held up.
before stepping off at your floor, you chuckled. "jealous over a delivery guy? tsk." the doors closed on his flustered face.
anton will mention tiny details—a specific keychain or a song you hummed once. you realized he was always paying attention, even when he seemed indifferent.
anton resigned himself to the idea that you might not choose him, so he settled for being the person you can always fall back on.
just like the old days. he remembered using family connections to get you scholarships, helping you confront your deadbeat parents, or gathering sign-ups for your part-time job. he even secretly paid classmates to buy the baked goods you sold. he even had revenge on those guys from the other class who made fun of you once.
even now, you don't know the half of his hidden efforts.
anton was the only person who truly treated you well.
once, you mentioned your laptop was dying, and you panicked over work files.
days later, he brought a giant box to your door. "you can use this for now. it's my extra."
before you could refuse: "it's not brand new." (it was.) "i didn't buy it." (he did.) you accepted it out of necessity, promising to pay him back.
"no need. use it however you want."
he can provide for you more than just the problems that need fixing, more than the convenience you wanted. definitely, he will provide for you however he wishes.
you also had a fair share of moments that you 'yearned' for him.
you find out through sungchan that anton also goes to your building's gym. therefore, that motivated you to become a 'gym person'.
suddenly, you're there every morning at 6:00 am or every saturday night at 9:00 pm.
you definitely had no idea how to use the specific machines near you.
"sungchan's the one who invited me," you boasted to anton, who was only wearing a tank top with his snapback backwards. damn it.
"i don't see a sungchan here every time i come, yet you’re here," anton smirked, almost walking past you. he paused and added, "sungchan trains on a different day. you might want to check on that."
one time, in all this pretentiousness, you were "cooling down" on a mat, but really, you’re just watching him do pull-ups in the mirror.
you started to admire the way the view of his broad shoulders and arms move when suddenly, his eyes met yours through the mirror.
instead of looking away, he holds the gaze while doing one more slow, effortless rep.
you were so flustered that you had to break eye contact right away and move somewhere you can't see him. when did he even get so hot?
sungchan had invited you over for a group dinner, excited to host after yuha had unexpectedly dropped by their place earlier that day.
to the siblings’ surprise, anton dedicated three hours to deep-cleaning the apartment.
once he finished tidying up, he rushed to take a shower, but not before he was left with the crucial part of picking the perfect outfit and perfume.
"anton, come out of the bathroom when i say, uhm… just a heads-up, the floor isn’t dry yet. i had to mop it again!" sungchan called out with a lie.
"okay!" anton’s cheerfully replied, unaware of the scheme that sungchan had. he invited you earlier than the actual dinner time, eager for a little fun at both of you and anton’s expense.
"you can come out now!" sungchan announced, barely able to contain his excitement.
when you stepped into the apartment, you were greeted by the sight of a shirtless anton, clad only in his denim shorts, who had just come out of the bathroom.
water droplets glistened on his skin, and he looked momentarily startled at your sudden appearance.
“i’m sorry! i wasn’t looking!” you covered your eyes in an instant. the shirtless guy was already tomato red.
“yes, you were~” sungchan sung while moving across the kitchen. his laughter threatened to erupt as he watched the scene unfold, a devious grin spreading across his face with the scenario he had orchestrated.
one quiet night, you stopped in your tracks while walking back from the convenience store. "why are you so nice to me?"
this stirred something in him. he finally found the courage to tuck a stray hair behind your ear. his fingertips trembled—as if his existence was a ticking bomb.
anton felt defeated by the sudden question. he looked at his shoes, then back into your eyes with an intense, careful gaze. "i've longed for you for all the years i had you, and all the years i could only remember you. i'm clinging to the hope that you'd eventually look at me and see someone you could love."
he sighed. "guess i was so nice to you."
anton doesn't look away anymore. he looks at you with a heavy, grounded stare, full of yearning that he no longer tries to mask.
as you looked back at him, you realized your own feelings had never truly faded. you were certain this time: you were finally ready to let him in.
the following night, a heavy, hesitant knock sounds at your door.
it was anton, he’s leaning against the doorframe, looking exhausted. the memory of his confession from the previous night never stopped replaying in your head. it's worse now that he's actually in front of you.
his crisp black button-down with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows didn't help your current state.
"i left my keys on the kitchen when i rushed this morning. sungchan is out. sooooo, can i stay here for a bit?"
your pulse thrumming in your ears. "sure, chanyo- anton. come in."
the atmosphere in your apartment shifts instantly. "i'll get you a blanket." you said, in attempt of escaping his presence.
"let's talk about last night." he walks toward you, stopping just inches away.
you try to back away, but you almost hit the wall next to you.
he places a hand on either side of you, effectively trapping you in his personal space. "please?" he pleaded.
anton was so close to your level. you can feel your chest ripping out any moment, you avoid his gaze as you can feel his eyes memorizing your face.
"i don't have anything to say to you," you murmured. in response, anton’s jaw tenses.
he looks down at your lips, "you sure?" you looked away and nodded.
you gazed at him once more, a wave of longing washing over you. anton leaned in closer, his warm breath grazing your skin as his nose delicately brushed against yours.
he felt a shiver run through him, every nerve ending alive with anticipation and desire. "you're a loser, anton." you murmured while his lips were just inches away from yours.
"i know." he says, a faint smirk appearing before he finally loses his composure. your thoughts surrendered to the following actions you made.
you don't say a word. you just reach up and clutch his sleeves. when you finally kissed him, it started gentle and innocent, a reminder of how your love started.
finally, he was able to relax his clenched fists at your side. he pulls back just an inch, looks at you, and kisses you again with ferocity. you pulled him closer as the kiss started getting desperate.
just moments after, you were both back on the couch. his hands, which usually stay strictly at his sides to avoid 'overstepping', are suddenly everywhere.
anton tilted your head back to deepen the angle of the kiss. he backs toward the couch, and you follow down instantly to straddle his lap. "now i understand why you didn't want to talk." anton mutters against your jaw, his breath hitching. you can feel his smirk form.
you lean down to kiss the sensitive hollow near his temple that smells like his perfume that you like. you pull away as you notice something. "you have a tattoo here?"
he pecks your lips before responding, "mhm." he fixed a strand of your hair and pulled your face down softly again for a longer, passionate kiss.
a low, jagged moan vibrates in his throat when you wrap your arms around his neck. you decided to move your lips again somewhere.
you softly sucked on the same spot again, teasing him.
anton quietly whimpered.
he actually did whimper.
"stop," he hissed. you were barely holding your grin from the response you got. "i swear."
just a mess for each other. years of pining and yearning had led to this moment.
you pulled away to breathe. he instantly helped you adjust your weight on his lap, both hands were on your sides.
"tell me this isn't your first kiss, anton." you bit your smile. you are a hundred percent convinced he kissed other people back in new york.
anton's head found your shoulder, his shyness evident in the way he hid his face to you. "it is." his voice was barely above a whisper.
a skeptical smile spread across your face as you squeezed your eyes shut, unable to fully process the moment. no way.
"so, you're saying that-"
"yes. i waited years for this exact moment. so please, baby, let's continue where we left off." he rubbed the sides of your waist softly, in motions fueled by familiarity and desperation.
you chuckle. it was also your first, but for a guy who's hot and out of anyone's league like him, you still can't believe he waited years for a kiss, as if he was so sure this would happen soon.
every time your hips move against his thighs, anton's breath hitches, and your fingers dig into the muscles of his shoulders.
his hands slide up from your waist, a low growl escapes his throat, coming from a sound of pure, agonizing relief.
anton started to internally suffer the moment he felt you grind your hips down into his in a slow, torturous rhythm. you can feel the hardness of him through his jeans. you smirk during the kiss, as you thought to yourself that he had been holding back far too much. "you're hard."
"kiss my tattoo again and it'll grow bigger." he snickered.
"shut up."
he then started planting desperate kisses on your neck, resulting in him learning your weakest spot. then, he gasps against the sensitive skin of your shoulder, his teeth grazing your collarbone.
this time, you were the one physically trembling now at the contact. you gasp his name, while tossing your head back.
anton's lips were back on yours upon the gasp of his name. the friction beneath both of you became a blur of heat and denim.
he hooks his hands under your thighs, pulling you even tighter and closer on his crotch, ensuring you can feel him. when you grind down on him in the perfectly aligned position, he lets out a jagged breath, "baby, please."
his self-restraint snapped. your shirt bunches up, and his hands slide underneath, his palms hot against your skin as his thumbs start to trace the underside of your chest. you moan at the sudden contact you felt next, and you were sure he smirked in between the ongoing kiss.
the friction was tortorous. your fingers moved to tangle in his hair, pulling his head to keep his mouth on yours.
then, it was time again to breathe. you needed something beyond this. when he finally met your eyes again, you sheepishly buried your face in the crook of his neck, while his breathing came in ragged. "i waited for you," you mumbled.
"i love you. so very much." anton gently tilted your chin up with his finger, his gaze filled with warmth.
"should i say it back now, or should i wait for a more appropriate moment?" you teased playfully, giving his cute, big nose a gentle boop.
"appropriate can wait, i suppose," he replied with a mischievous smile, and in a swift motion, he unbuttoned his shirt.
the man who swore to work harder than destiny has finally won.
when anton moved into his new apartment, the extra room caught your attention. it looked more than just a typical guest room. it was a room that had soft lighting from the window, with a view of the city, and a thought that reminded you of the type of bedroom you once mentioned wanting.
“this place looks like a jackpot for you,” you said.
"you like it here?" anton asked in confidence, making you look at him in confusion. "i mean, yes. it is a jackpot. i think i made the right choice."
more than the plans he had for himself that included you, he also has curated a life that had a permanent, person-shaped hole in it, trusting that eventually, you’d find your way back to fill it.
you definitely liked it there, and anton was certain of that. so, he has yet to figure out how to tell you that it was actually your room in his own place.
finally, spring came.
“happy birthday, chanyoung,” you murmured, the soft glow of the candle illuminating his face, and suddenly his new apartment was enveloped in a tranquil stillness because of this moment.
the dim lights created a cozy atmosphere that wrapped around both of you like a comforting embrace. you watched your boyfriend close his eyes and take his time before blowing out the flame.
"what did you wish for?"
he looked at you for a solid minute. "my wish already came true."
both of you beamed. he finally leaned in to hold you. "i'm not going anywhere this time." he kissed the top of your head. anton made a quiet pledge to himself at that moment that he would continue loving you like it was breathing.
it had been ten years. through high school, college, and adulthood, anton had waited. he didn't just believe in luck or coincidence. he believed more in the stubborn force of his own devotion.
and he would gladly do it all again in the next life, if it meant finding you over and over.
a love that once ended in the quiet passing of autumn had finally bloomed again in the spring.
because love endures.
:)
