Two words that enough to make the young man biting his nails, trying to hide his desire to claw the wall and break his precious monitors. Numerous thoughts rushing inside his head, leaving him no space to rest and the clock won't stop clicking different numbers, telling him that he should rush to your side as soon as possible.
You were always seen as a fragile rose that was made of glass in his eyes, each print that he left might ruin your appearance and stay as a blemish or maybe scar.
His mind is still straight, but right now, his legs were controlled by his heart — leading him to your apartment as you greeted him with mascara stained cheeks and bruised lips. "Gyu, why are you here?" You sobbed, didn't expect him to come when the sun still sleeping.
"Just lemme in first."
Right now, both of you were sitting on the couch where this misery started. Gyu wasn't ready to be a father, but he wasn't that heartless to leave you alone during your hardest time.
Your bloodshot eyes, restless fingers and hoarse voice — those three were enough evidence for him to finally be a responsible guy and take his consequences without any ounce of denial of his life.
"I'll marry you in three weeks. It won't be grand like your wish — but, it'll be at least decent. You're my friend, I don't want to leave you alone during this time, when you need me the most."
Pulling you into a tight embrace against his chest, Gyu closed his eyes tightly, making sure that the future he would face soon won't be that bad —
not having a clue that this plot has been staged from the time you set your eyes on him.
