In Summer
Pairing: Kim Seokjin x reader
Genre: Fluff, angst
(F/IC): Favorite Ice Cream
In Summer, we met.
In Summer, we met. It was a hot day and I decided to get ice cream. As soon as I walked in the ice cream parlour, you walked out, we collided and your ice cream was all over my clothes. It was (F/IC). You apologized to me, bowing your head in shame. I said it was okay and made a joke about how I wanted to cool off with ice cream anyway and didn’t think this would be how. You paused in mid apology and started to laugh. God, what a beautiful sound. I teased you saying that even with ice cream splattered on me, I looked handsome. You giggled even more and offered to buy me ice cream. Of course I accepted since I wanted to spend more time with you. I got to know you. You were a beautiful person. We exchanged numbers and promised for another hang out.
In Summer, we became friends.
In Fall, I confessed.
In Fall, I confessed to have fallen in love with you. We hung out so much, we went on these friendly dates with held hands. But I wanted more, I wanted your love and affection only for me. You started to cry in relief but I took it wrong. I comforted you saying it’s okay that you don’t love me back and that we can stay friends. You shook your head saying you loved me too. You were afraid that I didn’t love you and hoped that this would happen and when it did, you were happy. I almost started to cry in joy but I settled for kissing you on the lips instead. From there on, was the greatest part of my life.
In Fall, we became more.
In Winter, we took a step farther.
In Winter, we took a step farther in our relationship. We cherished each other and gave in to our desires. The cold winter night was heated from the flames of our passion and love. Afterwards, we cuddled and slept in each other arms. The next morning, you had to go home to get ready for work but I held your arm and whispered for you to stay. I asked you to move in so this can be your home. So I can be your home. You fell right back into my bed with a large smile and said yes.
In Winter, we became each other’s home
In Spring, we fought.
In Spring, we fought our greatest fight. We had went to a party and I saw my ex. She saw this opportunity to try and get us to break up. She flirted with me and insulted you for the remainder of the party. I was being nice and ignored her attempts to anger me and start a scene but in turn, didn’t defend you. You seemed to just ignore her and I thought it was fine until we reached home. You had yelled at me for not sticking up for you and I yelled back saying I didn’t want to cause a scene. I don’t remember most about the fight because we said things that was just said to hurt the other. But in the end, you stormed out into the night with tears streaming down your face. I ran after you directly after and caught you in my arms. I whispered apologies and reaffirmation that I loved you. You cried in my arms and we walked back into our home and slept closer to each other that night.
In Spring, we got through it together
For many Summers, Falls, Winters, and Springs, we stayed by each other’s side and had plenty of adventures. Until one year, when we were 30, became our last year.
In Summer, I proposed.
In Summer, I proposed to you in the ice cream shop where we first met. I wanted to start a family with you, a new life with you. So when you sat down at our favourite table and I went to get our ice cream. I stuck a small ring on a small scoop of (F/IC) and put a lid on it so you won’t see it. I set my ice cream down on the table before standing in front of you you. Your eyes held confusion and anticipation. I got on one knee and opened the lid. I told you how much I loved you and how I wanted to take everything to the next level. You held a watery smile and without thinking lept to tackle me with a hug while yelling out a big yes. Of course, this caused the ice cream to splatter all over you and I. The patrons of the shop laughed and clapped as you pulled away with a sheepish smile. I laughed and told you it was fine because I still looked handsome even with ice cream splattered on me. You laughed at the inside joke and held out you hand. I smiled and picked up the ring, wiped it off and slid it on. I kissed you and lifted you on to your feet. We shared my ice cream after cleaning ourselves off and enjoyed each other’s company the rest of our day as an engaged couple.
In Summer, you spilled (F/IC) on me.
In Fall, I noticed something.
In Fall, I noticed something strange about you. You started to cough more and more as days went by. I asked if you were okay but you waved me off saying it was just a cold. I believed you but told you if it gets worse we should go to the doctor. You said okay and we cuddled with a blanket wrapped around up so you could warm up. I didn’t really care about getting a cold if it meant you getting better. But as we discussed our plans to get married next summer, you were thrown into a coughing fit and when you pulled your hand away, there was so much blood. I immediately got up and rushed you to the hospital. They rushed you into a room as you started to cough more blood up and I prayed for you to get better.
In Fall, you became sick.
In Winter, I received bad news.
In Winter, I received bad news about your condition. You had a disease that was genetic and couldn’t be cured. Even with medicine you only had a few months. I cried in your arms as you comforted me. I sobbed louder saying I’m supposed to be the one comforting you to which you started to giggle. I cherished your laugh, wondering when will be the last time I’ll be able to here it. I made a new resolve and wiped my tears. I promised you to make sure you get the happiest life you can have and you smiled at me. I kissed you and we left the hospital.
In Winter, you were diagnosed.
In Spring, I watched your health deteriorate.
In Spring, I watched as your health deteriorate and even with your sickly health, you still looked beautiful in my eyes. You smiled at me from the bed you have been confined to when your legs refused to work. I smiled back and told you how work went and how my day was. You laughed at my stories but when I looked in your eyes I saw sadness. I asked what was wrong and you said quietly that you hated that I was engaged with a dead woman and how I could be out and about and happy. I wiped your tears and said I was happy with being engaged with you. You were enough for me even if our time was short. You cried and I told you Summer is almost here and we’ll get married. Your eyes held pity because we both knew that was unlikely but you indulged me and nodded furiously. You weakly held my hand and squeezed and I wondered where your warmth went. We fell asleep in each other’s arms not knowing that it was your last night. But I had no regrets because we said our last words like we did everyday just in case of this. But that didn’t stop me from crying and asking you to wake up the next morning.
In Spring, you past away.
In Summer, I held your funeral.
In Summer, I held your funeral instead of our wedding. It went smoothly, your family and even my family was there. My family loved you when you met them and got along with you. You were already their daughter. They paid for something else for the funeral and was a surprise for me. A video played of you in bed, sick but beautiful and you smiled. The priest that was in front asked me to come in front, and said words you would say at the wedding. He asked for our vows and suddenly your voice echoed through the hall. You said how sorry you were that you couldn’t be here with me but loved me with all your heart. You told a story about how you cherished our time together and hope I will live happy for me and for you. It was my turn to say my vows even if you weren’t here to hear them. So with a shaking voice I told you how I miss you and how I will always cherish you in my heart and hope you’ll get me when it’s my time to go. I told you how much I miss your laugh, how much I wanted you here. Then I smiled and said I’ll live the best I can without you so you can be proud of me. The priest asked you if you took me as your lawfully wedded husband and the video played of you saying I do. He asked me the same question and I said I do. The priest smiled and said he pronounces us husband and wife. But I couldn’t kiss the bride. The crowd started to cheer and my family rushed to me as I started to cry again, they comforted me and I thanked them. I didn’t expect the video to play more. You talked about your favorite memories of us and as your eyes started to close in tiredness, you smiled with your absolute favorite memory of the video. I smiled because it was mine too.
“The memory I loved the most was in Summer, when we first met.”
