(A/N) So, I am super tired and super busy currently, but I tried to do my best in order to write this for our sunshine Himchan’s birthday! Hope it turned out fine! ❤
This is not what he had in mind when he had overheard you telling one of your friends that you had a surprise planned for his birthday.
The vivid image of you from that evening was still engraved into his imagination - all curled up in a weird but comfortable, or so he guessed, position on one of the kitchen chairs, knees pulled to your chest as one of your hands was fiddling with your loose pajama shorts while the other held up your phone to your ear. He just wanted to get himself a glass of water, nothing more or less, his footsteps tired and sloppy as they filed the hallway that connected the bedroom and the kitchen. Yet as he saw you there, he froze a little.
Trying to become one with the wall located to his right, he stilled to the extent that the only movement coming from him was his chest rising up and down with every breath he took. And maybe his eyes drifting from one part of you to another every now and then, his lips slowly curling into a smile as he watched.
It was a cheesy, sappy moment. One of those movie scenes where the main hero lovingly stared at his love interest with only the best of thoughts about them in their mind. With a lot of appreciation for simply finding you like this - in the middle of his kitchen, late at night. Going on about your life, making him happy by just the fact you could be anywhere in the world currently, but chose to be here with him instead. For some reason, felt his body getting all warmed up at just the thought of all this.
And he swore, he wanted to just pass by and get that water. Maybe give you a quick forehead kiss while he passed by just to see your smile unfold. He wanted to be honest, he really did. But then he heard his own name - not being a call for him to come or something, but being a mention to whoever was on the other end of the line.
And then he ended up eavesdropping.
That's how he learned a detail or two, and how absurd ideas of all that could possibly happen crept into his mind. He knew you were one to spoil him out of your mind on many occasions, despite the fact he did not always await such attention directed his way. He knew you could be up for anything realy. And only having heard one half of the conversation, he was not sure of what that surprise that you had planned for him was.
But he knew there would be one, and since he had heard the phrase "I'll leave him hints", the first thing he did in the morning upon opening his eyes was immediately kneading his eyebrows together and starting to look for clues.
How comes he understood them only now, when he was already about to go and had no way back?
"Sun's shining~" your arms wrapped around his neck from behind, and he smiled at the way your head rested against his, your nose ruffling through his hair as you kissed his temple, "And skies are extra blue. For my birthday boy~"
He waited for you to depart and sit across of him, adored the way you two stayed around at the breakfast table a little longer than usual, knowing he liked mornings to start off slow. The occasional laughter, the recently-developed spring heat coming from the cracked open windows. The smell of warm coffee and the way you always lightly kicked him underneath the table when he said something hilariously stupid, resulting in a mess of giggles, scurrying away and more kicking war. Remind him, how old was he turning today? He though he acted like he was five again, but as long as you did not mind, he could care less. He could just continue feeling comfortable in his own skin.
The mentions of the sky were hint one, he figured now. Hint two had to be the conversation form a little later that same morning.
"Himchan, save me. There's a wasp in the bedroom."
He both rolled his eyes and chuckled, and, straightening out his back and shoulders to look like your brave savior and knight in shining armor, he left your distressed frame behind to go and take care of it. Were wasps even supposed to be a thing at such an early time of year? He had guessed those came around a little later, more near summertime. But that wasn't the point of this.
As he came back and gave you a thumbs up, your face looked like you had just regained those five years you had originally aged upon seeing the insect first. A few swings of one of your magazines and it was out the window, Himchan said. He clearly took pride in chasing it out without killing it. Yongguk would be proud of him too.
"Aren't you afraid of wasps?"
"Not really," he though out loud, "Just an insect. Nothing big."
"Himchannie.. what are you afraid of then?"
He remembered thinking it was an unusual topic of conversation while getting ready in the morning, but who was he to judge or not answer? His mild fear of heights he mentioned only briefly was what seemed to spark your interest, as you were glued at his side the second he mentioned it.
"So, like, you would not climb up a tower to see the town underneath?"
"I mean, I would, probably.." he though, thinking of what even was scary. Horses were scary, for example - he did not trust those at all. Yongguk was scary those two or three times Himchan had seen him angry, as his anger was silent, and nothing was scarier than silent anger. And heights.. Were scary too, but to some extent. He would climb towers, sure. But other things.. He would have to think about those.
"Ready?" he snapped back to his surroundings, looking over at you. Oh god, you were drowning in those big frame protection glasses, and it looked so cute. In fact, the whole gear looked rather amusing but at the same time fascinating, and as he had been focused on it for a little bit too long, you mistook it as hesitation.
No, in reality, he was hesitant about this. But somehow the thrill to do it kept him from making a run from it.
"Maybe we should have done something else.." your hand linked with his, and he squeezed it a little, smiling at you, "Damn, I knew this was a stupid idea-"
"No, it wasn’t. You just gotta remember I have a glass heart, so if I scream like a schoolgirl, you'll have to silently accept it and tell anyone who might ask afterwards that yes, I did scream, but those were manly screams."
That made you, as well as both instructors nearby who had coincidentally heard that lone phrase and nothing more or less than that, laugh out loud, and you looked back at him wholeheartedly, knowing that in reality he would scream his head off. God, you could practically hear his heartbeat from afar, all fast and really audible now. But his smile told otherwise. He was scared, yes. But he was thrilled beyond that.
It was worth his facial expression when you drove there just a little after lunch out with his friends, was worth the way he looked like he was about to make a run from the scene as soon as he understood were you were taking him to, and even more so when he signed the papers and got acquainted with equipment and all that he would have to do now while pacing around, displaying smiles, fear and nervous excitement all at the same time. But there was no way back.
He figured he should’ve known about it after “Skydive” started playing on your way here, but he thought it was too crazy to be true. Who would take him out to do that? The scaredy-cat Himchan, out of everyone? This would be Junhong’s cup of tea more than anyone’s, maybe the others would try it too, since they were a little braver than him on most occasions. Even after he was already more than 12,000 feet above ground level, he still could not believe what he was about to do now. But there was no time left, as the instructors started moving around and motioning for the two of you to get ready, with a last reassuring look, you watched as he and his instructor stepper up front, and after another moment where they shouted their goodbyes and told you you’d meet back on the ground, were gone.
Falling down in a free fall.
Only in the very evening, upon being back in his apartment and having the rest of B.A.P coming over spontaneously, he figured he would remember this forever.
Everyone seemed to have known about your plans for the day, which Himchan thought was nowhere near fair, but quite self-explanatory. Yongguk had a mild smile on his face upon hearing how it had gone, that smile being genuine and without the teeniest tint of bad intention of mockery to it. Junhong pouted at how he would sure want to go skydiving himself sometime in the future, and Jongup had the most chill yet supportive smile on his face, as if he did not doubt this idea from the very start and was silently proud of Himchan. Daehyun and Youngjae, on the other hand, were in total disbelief that Himchan had agreed to do it at all, and he laughed as you scolded them for placing a bet that he wouldn’t do it just to find out you were the one they had the bet against, and now owed you. You ended up not taking their money, their facial expressions of disbelief being more than enough for you already, and you watched as they bombarded you two with questions, their eyes shining excitedly at all the stories you told.
And despite the fact you had actually obtained both your reactions on video and it could clearly be seen that none of Himchan’s squeals and loud screams were as manly as he had claimed them to be, everyone, despite having a good laugh from the footage, was aware how this had been a good idea, as while soaring through the skies and falling down at an exciting speed, his eyes had shone with both, excitement and disbelief, and continued doing so even after he had landed on the ground already. Even after he watched you landing too and did nothing other than scoop you up in happy hugs afterwards. Happy, mildly still nervous and shaky hugs, but no one was supposed to know that.
And though he did get teased about how afraid he must’ve been by just about any friend or acquaintance that got to know about his plans for that day, it had all been worth it. Because he had never thought he would be brave enough to do something like this, but he guessed that the encouragement you had offered him was enough. Because he did not have to do it on his own, just like anything else at least mildly concerning in his life recently.
And it was once again that same, sappy and cheesy moment - with him getting warm all over at just the thought of you always sticking by his side and making him do crazy, exciting things he thought he would never do. Just because you were you, and weirdly, your encouragement seemed to be enough for him to do just about anything he wanted to, no matter how unusual, exciting or scary.
A/N: So, I decided to make a continuation to the Himchan drabble because a certain someone said they would sell their soul for it...*cough* @ada-mato *cough* Lol!! So, here ya go gurl! Here’s the continuation I’ve been promising you. Is this a good ending now? XD ~ Ad.Red
Hours had passed and your grip on him had loosened long ago making him grin at your sleeping figure as he stood to his feet and walked off to your kitchen. Himchan knew once you woke up you’d be hungry, this cold draining you of all your energy, so he searched your cabinets up and down to find all the ingredients necessary to make your favorite soup.
He made sure to keep his eyes on you while he prepared your food, smiling a little every time he saw that you were still fast asleep on the couch, laying under the blanket just like he had left you, the only thing moving being your chest with every breath you took. You looked peaceful for once, that cold making you even crankier than your usual self. He didn’t mind though. He was used to it by now. Plus, he found it adorable every time you started to complain about things. You being mad was somehow kind of cute to him.
You stirred on the couch, grumbling and turning as your eyes slowly started to open, you waking up to the sweet aroma of food cooking in your kitchen. You smiled, still sleepy from the medicine, and sat up slowly while keeping the blanket wrapped around your shoulders. You blinked, not saying a word, as you watched the man in the kitchen pour the soup into a bowl as he hummed a song you didn’t recognize at the moment. Turning to look at you once more his eyes widened and he jumped a tad, making you giggle sleepily at him. You could tell he wasn’t expecting you to be awake yet.
“Yah, you should be seeping. Why are you already up?” He fussed at you as he made his way over to where you were sitting, grabbing a spoon for you on his way over.
“If you didn’t expect me up yet, why did you already fix the soup? You were going to wake me up anyways so does it matter?” You questioned and he stared at you. Of course it matters...I wanted to stare at you for a little while longer he thought to himself but ended up shaking his head at you.
“I guess not...Fine. Eat this so you can go back to sleep.” He half grumbled at you and you smiled a tad, finding it a little funny. You huffed back at him as you uncovered your hands to grab the bowl from him.
“Be careful. It’s hot.” You looked from the bowl up to him and smiled. “Thank you Channie. Really. I don’t know what I’d do without you sometimes.” You turned back to your bowl, never noticing his blush or the soft smile that accompanied it as your words rang through his mind. He couldn’t hold it any longer. He didn’t want too. He had to tell you how he felt and now was as good a time as any. Taking a deep breath he turned to look at you and started, feeling his words tie in a knot and his lungs completely out of air.
“Listen, I….Uhm….there’s something I need to tell you….” You turned to look at him, confused, and as you opened your mouth to speak he waved his hand in front of his face stopping you.
“I just need you to listen right now...don’t ...don’t say anything yet. I...ever since we first met, years ago...I’ve felt like I couldn’t live without you anymore. I know...it may sound stupid to you but..it’s true. I didn’t plan on this. I didn’t think I would….end up like this. The reason why i worry about you so much...why I’m always checking up on you….why I always….” He paused. There was so much he wanted to say, so many things running through his mind as he looked down at his hands now, avoiding your gaze. You watched him carefully as he tried to get his thoughts back together.
“I really really like you but, not just like you...I...love you…” He mumbled but you caught it anyways, or so you thought at least.
“I’m sorry you what? I think I heard you wrong…” You questioned him, not willing to trust what your ears had just heard. “Because, Kim Himchan, I swear if you’re playing some stupid joke on me or think I won’t remember this later because of the meds I’m currently on you are horribly mistaken. If you’re just saying this to make me feel better I promise I will -” Your eyes flew open at the sudden sensation of his lips lingering on yours and your heart beating fast enough to jump right out of your chest at any moment. He had silenced you, and all of your worries, with a single kiss that you wish would last forever. You closed your eyes, smiling into his lips and you could feel him return it with his own grin. As he pulled away to catch his breath he looked at you, his cheeks a deep red and his smile now sheepishly spread across his face.
You cursed your forgetfulness for the third time that day. It was the middle of December; you knew how cold it was going to be. Yet you left your gloves at home anyway, thinking you wouldn’t be out that long. You blew on your hands and shoved them into your pockets. Himchan wanted you to meet him at a nearby bus stop before walking back to your apartment together once he got out of work. Your hands were slowly but surely turning into ice cubes.
“I should’ve told him to just get someone to drive him,” you muttered. You shifted from one foot to the other, trying to garner at least a little bit of heat. You straightened when a bus came rattling down the street to stop in front of the bench you were standing behind. A few different people got off and you were beginning to wonder if it was the right bus.
Finally, a tall, dark haired man stepped down from the bus and made his way over to you. He walked behind the bench and pulled you into a tight hug. You smiled widely as you held on to warm body. You inhaled his cologne and sighed.
“How was work?” you asked.
“It was fine. I missed you, though,” Himchan replied, pulling back and smiling down at you.
You laughed, “It’s only been a couple of days!”
“A couple days too long.”
“Come on,” you said. You begrudgingly pulled out of his grasp and began walking back to your apartment. “I have some stew on the stove. You hungry?”
“Starving!” Himchan exclaimed. He caught up to you and threw an arm around your shoulders. “You weren’t waiting too long, were you? I’m sorry for making you wait out in the cold; I just really wanted to see you.”
You smiled and waved your hand. You grimaced at the cold air that hit it the second you pulled it out of your pocket. “It’s fine. I wanted to see you, too.”
Himchan held his hand out palm up. You looked over at him in confusion and he grinned.
“You look cold. Give me your hand.”
You shook your head and shoved your hands deeper into your pockets. He sighed and moved his own outstretched hand towards you.
“No, I’m fine!! I’m not cold.”
“Just shut up and let me hold your hand,” Himchan huffed. You stuck your tongue out at him and put your hand in his. The second he wrapped his fingers around yours he shoved your hands in his own coat pocket. “You idiot; why did you not bring your gloves?!”
“I didn’t think I’d need them!” you countered. “It’s not that big a deal.”
“Yes it is. If your hands freeze and you lose them, what am I going to hold?” Himchan asked, faking sudden distress. He grinned when you burst into laughter. “I guess I could always hold your butt instead…”
“Hey!” you fussed, swatting his shoulder with your free hand.
Himchan caught it and put it in his other pocket, pulling you to stand in front of him in the process. “I missed you,” he said, leaning down to kiss you.
“This is how you always end up sick! You need to start taking better care of yourself!” Himchan grumbled under his breath as he looked down at you laying on the couch. He had covered you with one of your fluffy blankets and turned the AC on in case you got too hot under it. You had gotten a fever and felt sick to your stomach out of nowhere and the only person you knew to call was your best friend, Himchan. He could be rude sometimes but you knew that was just his way of showing that he cared.
“Yeah yeah. I’m sorry. Swear this time it came out of nowhere though. It’s not my fault.” You mumbled in a low tone, looking over at the boy who sat on the floor in front of you. You could see the frustration in his eyes as he shook his head at you.
“For once. Usually it is because you obviously don’t know how to take care of yourself.” You stuck out your tongue at him and he copied you before grinning slightly. He stood to his feet and walked back over to the kitchen, taking the empty soup bowl with him. Something he had prepared for you earlier. Himchan had been at your apartment all day, making sure you were doing well and, in his words, “hadn’t died yet”.
“Did you take your medicine yet?” He yelled back at you from the kitchen to which you shook your head. Poking his head out of the door he could see you laying on the couch and questioned you once more.
“Well? Answer me.”
“How could I have? You won’t let me leave this couch Channie!” You could hear him mumbling a small “I guess that’s true” before disappearing back into the kitchen. You giggled a bit and closed your eyes. This cold, or whatever it was, was kicking your ass and you could feel yourself being drained of your energy. Your eyes shot open again, though, as you heard Himchan mumbling a few things as he walked back toward the living room.
“–and it say’s it’s good for nasal congestion, sinus pressure, sore throats, head and body aches, fever, runny nose, and sneezing. You have all of those so take this.”
Before you knew it he had shoved two caplets into your hand and a glass of water in the other. You trusted your best friend and took the medicine without bothering to look at it. He knew what he was doing, right? Your eyes began to feel heavier and heavier as you stared at the man now sitting in front of you again, only catching every second word he said.
“Himchan…what exactly…did you give me?” You started to question, your words slurring as you close your eyes. He picked up the package and read it out loud to you.
“Channie! That’s the drowsy kind!!” You complained in the smallest voice he had ever heard escape your lips and he grinned, watching as it became harder and harder for you to speak.
“Good. You need a nap. Now, go to sleep. I promise I’ll still be here when you wake up.” You could feel yourself slowly drifting off into dreamland and you grabbed the sleeve of his shirt and clung onto it for dear life, making him smile. He waited a few minutes after realizing you had fallen asleep and fixed your blanket with his free hand, making sure not to wake you. Staring at your sleeping face he ran his fingers through your hair, feeling your forehead to see if the fever had come down any.
“Ah, why do you always have to get sick.” He mumbled. He could feel himself blush a bit the longer he stared at you.
“I love you…and one day, I’ll say it to you when you’re not sleeping.”
“Jagiya~” an arm was wrapped around my shoulders and I rolled my eyes.
Before he can cover my eyes, I continued in a bored tone.
“I know it’s you, Himchan.”
Undefeated, Himchan grabbed my hands and ran towards a clothes shop.
“Himchan what-” he turned back with a smile and winked.
“You will see when we get there.”
Standing in front of the mirror, we stared at our reflection before Himchan shook his head and went back to the racks of clothes.
“You look better in light colours. Not those shorts!” he said rather sternly as he noticed me picking up a pair of ultra short shorts. I nodded and went back to his side, leaving everything up to him. As long as he is happy and I look decent, I don’t care what kind of clothes he wants us to wear. He fussed over the fabric and cutting of each shirt, holding it up against me to see.
“Go in and try these.” He pushed a bundle of clothes into my arms. I stood my ground and looked at him defiantly “What if I don’t want to?” he sighed before his eyes soften, holding my shoulders and looking deep into my eyes. “Just try it. If you don’t like it we can find another one.” As if hypnotized, I went and changed into the clothes without another word of complaint. Walking out in the simple shirt, I tried hard to keep my face expressionless. “This one seems ok.” Himchan smiled in relief at my comment and grabbed my shoulders, making me stand next to him in front of the mirror. “See? We look great together!” I bit my lips to stop the smile from breaking across my face. The shop assistant came just then, and smiled at both of us. “This couple tee really suits the two of you.” Himchan shoot a victorious smirk my way while I punched his arm lightly.
Rubbing his arm, he rushed to pay for the shirts and took my hand into his again. “Now...we need caps.”
I pretended to gasp in horror and said “Couple hats too?!”
He flicked my forehead, laughing loudly “Of course not silly. I just need a need cap.” Inside the cap shop, he took a long time trying on the caps before deciding on one. His eyes settled on a cap of similar design that is in pink and placed it on my head. Turning me to face him, he stared at me for a while before nodding to himself. “I’ll take these.” Giving the two caps to the nearby assistant he paid for them and linked my arm through his. I tried to hide my face behind him as the passersby stared at us, with amused expressions on their faces.
“This is your entire fault! I know this is a stupid idea.” I muttered to Himchan and pulled my hat down lower, trying to cover my face. Himchan glanced around at the people and smiled back at them brightly.
“They are just thinking we look perfect together.”He whispered, hugging my waist tightly. Before I can reply him, his fingers caught something on my back and he stopped walking, causing me to fall back into his chest. “I knew why they were laughing.” Himchan spoke up, trying not to laugh himself.
“Why?” I tried to look behind me but there was nothing out of the ordinary that I can see.
“We forgot to take out our price tags.” He turned his back to me and I saw the price tag hanging out of his shirt. The two of us broke into laughter at the realisation, and removed the price tags. However when we are looking at each other, we couldn’t help the giggles that escapes from our mouth.
One Shot: Like the Chapters in the Book (Himchan/you)
"Your book has been chosen as the best selling around the world, including the praises from the legends. How do you feel that the book are adapted as a successful movie in the time and near future?" The flash keep on flicking towards the stage where I stood with the other crew, including the director, actors, and singers, B.A.P to work for a soundtrack for my beloved stories.
"It's a very great opportunity, and I am very pleased. For as long as I can remember, I always dream that maybe one of my best books would be on the screen and be watched by so many people. And especially the great crews who work hard for this, it turns well more than I expected." I smiled.
"Please explain details of your story." One of the furthest reporter shouted. Damn it didn't you see the movie or trailer?
"Well, it's about a tragedy of a girl who realized that her whole life, she has been looked down in so many different ways, including the unfairness of the world, her families and so on. It's a life journey towards the life dream and the shining bright of a successful career woman, a survivor." I nodded. Oh, did those beautiful sentence came out from my mouth? Oh my god control yourself ____, you're in the middle of work.
"How does B.A.P feel to be chosen to do the music for the sound track of this movie?" One of the sea of reporters stood up.
"Um, it's really something an honor for us to be chosen." The leader give the microphone to his mate beside him.
"We're very happy, and especially to work someone with a very pretty inspiration and looked up for the whole time, we were so excited since we've been reading her every books and really touched by the story being told." Himchan took a glimpse of me while he's saying the word 'pretty' that shoots for me at two chairs from here. I smiled shyly, but not. This guy is pretty of a girl hitter.
The press conference ended smoothly, with the last time of taking photos and changing dress to a complete outwear with no attention to wipe of my make up. The inside was really warm and comfy that wearing a dress which exposing skin wasn't as cold as I think it would be. My sweater was kind of itchy to wear and I feel like I want to rip it off, but I'll scratch that. The temperature is the opposite in the inside, I better hold this up close to my body.
"Look who got it on top." I stopped in the middle of the icy wet road, look beside from the crooked wall with a guy leaning in the corner, hairs hide in his beanie. I glare and ignored him.
"Wow, you're so different from the time you were on the press." Himchan runs to trail with me.
"I don't remember we're being friends." I said as cold as possible.
"Stop with the act." Himchan stopped in front of me and I almost walk to his chest. I stare for a moment with shooting laser in my eyes.
"Nope."
"Just admit it, we both are pretty popular back in high school, so of course you knew me, my friend, Ice Princess _____." He smirked of my scoffed.
"Well, Mr Ulzzang, you have schedule so don't bother me." I brush past him.
"Nope, I'm completely free." He walks again beside me. Silence creep in with my head a mess in thinking to run away from him.
"So, Ice Princess, for our age to be this successful is unfair." Himchan whistled.
"Stop calling me that."
"Not until you answer it." He sarcastically smiled.
"Hard work paid off experience is money for successful." I glare.
He scoffed then continue on walking with me in his words that are making fun of me, and I try to ignore every single of it until he make a joke of random things that came out in our view. When I laugh he take the advantage to make fun of me again, but much more friendlier and, cute, I have to admit.
The snows were completely white beside the roads and buildings of apartment and stores makes a wall for the ice to lean on. Just like how the words in my book, Roads were complete white like my life should be, alone in the crossroad. I'm not in my house, I'm walking aimlessly with the grudge to every single scars draws in the skin of my heart, with the passion I'm yet to show, the ego that is only the beginning to release. That was the time me and my other part walking holding hands inside, and..
"And a person that I thought was long dead before is walking beside me, embracing quietly of me." Himchan breath in. I snap beside, completely shocked how he continues the sentence that was scanning inside my head and he grinned, wide and proud.
"That word was my favorite in the book. Don't you think the surroundings is the same?" He giggled.
He read it.
"Y-you weren't lying, that you read my book." I blushed.
"Why would I lie about, you have no idea how Yongguk read it, I can't even explain how he looks like." He raise his eye brows.
Snows was still falling, gentle but fast, small but strongly cold. He never knew that half of the beginning story is my life. The other half were created in fantasies. I brought it into a powerful words that opens the pandora box to a new world, to another reality that only existed with souls travel inside.
I unexpectedly bought the words into the real world.
The roads that I always walk with my struggle and painful feelings from the world has given to me, with my ego and passion. I'm walking with a person that I thought was long dead from my life. A road towards my dream, was not alone. Quietly and sneakily, healing of the past, and taking the memories from my head that I should have remembered from his presence.
Or did I knew it but ignore everything.
"____-ah?" He was already far in front.
Just like how in the book, he will be far away.
Why did we stop communicating for few years, me, myself wasn't realizing it. He was not part of the main reason of the scars from the past. He was the good person, the only one.
Was it my ego saying that he is part of it, he is the partner of the harsh past.
His eyes doesn't have to scan me, he knew what I've been through and yet, never did he try to find me. The fact that I'm so good in ignoring the past, the fact that I've been looked down, the fact that I didn't recall it but still realizing everything from his presence, was enough to make me stand high, but still shaken. For all of time, he is walking back to me again. Gentle and strong gaze I didn't want to see.
"Are you mad at me for showing up suddenly like this?" He wipes the wet tears under my eyes that I don't even realize it was there, then drop his hands to his side again.
I'm so ashamed as a master of words. I couldn't even spell it out. The only thing came out was a small hiccup.
I saw his eyebrows twitched slightly as he watch me struggle to hold the hiccup in and lumps of nothing building in my throat. I want to hit him but he's not at fault. I wan't to blame him but I was the one who left.
In the end everything happens was my fault, without me knowing.
"I...I." My voice trailed off and I became furrowed as the crying was about to explode.
It was stopped. He wins on my cries.
My voice was shrieking of sounds. My back hit every nerves when it touches the cold wall, words couldn't be formed from the lips blocking mine to say a word. Passionate and gentle, his lips was soft and caring as he kiss me. His eyes were full of despair as it watches mine, close and deep. His tongue licked my lips as it slips inside my mouth and roam every single part he could reach and parted away when he notice me grabbing his coat that I wasn't able to push him away.
I didn't push him away.
"Just for today." He pulls me to his chest, his wide hand on my neck, strongly hold me, while the other caress my back, soothing every part of me to calm down.
"Just for today, I'll be here even if it hurts. But, I'm going to make you forget everything, and walk this path like it's nothing. With me."
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Good morning or good anything to everyone around the world there ^^ I broke my promise ;__; because i'm lazy.....but anyway, i drabble this himchan one shot, somehow, i hope you understand the plot ^^;. I got the idea from no where, haha. but probably the inspiration that i was writting, i think it was comming from the drama missing you and cheongnamdong alice! it's give such a nice idea ^^
