You turn around from your dazed stare at the blurred lights in front of you. You smile and raise a brow at the familiar face of the male steadily walking toward you.
“Yah,” you joke, “are you following me or something?”
He pouts mockingly when he reaches you. He leans down a little so you’re face to face, exaggerating his use of aegyo.
“Trying to get rid of me?”
You grin cheekily, “We hung out already, oppa. I’ve seen you enough.”
“Aye,” He huffs and he turns to join you to stare at the calm waters of the Han River, glistening with lights reflecting from the night of the city and stars.
Silence falls around you comfortably and without a word, you both begin walking, slow and small steps. He notices you shiver and sighs. Even after all these years, you were still careless. He takes off the jacket he put on over his sweater and shifts it over your shoulders.
“Yah,” he scolds, “how can you be so forgetful? Going out without a jacket…” He sighs again, “Why are you out here so late anyway? By yourself even.”
You shrug and smile up at him. You stop walking and choose instead to sit at a bench facing the waters. You’re pressed close, side by side so you could steal his warmth.
“There’s no special reason. I just like it, plus its very relaxing so I lose stress just walking here at this time,” you hum and turn to him. “What about you, why are you walking by yourself, here, at this time?”
“It isn’t often,” he shrugs, “but I come here to think.”
“And what were you thinking of earlier?”
You don’t know how to react. Your heart jumps in surprise and your breathing hitches but you aren’t sure whether to take it as one of his jokes or not. But then, he is staring at you so intensely, you almost thinks he’s just going to lean down and kiss you. Instead he looks down and holds your hand—it’s nothing intimate, just something he uses as a distraction, playing with your fingers. Just like he used to all those years back.
“I was thinking,” he starts before you could find your voice, “what it’d be like if we never broke up. If we kept our relationship during trainee days. Would we still be together or end up how we are now? If I hadn’t let you go back then,” he looks at you, “would you still love me?”
For a moment, you’re speechless; you even panic slightly. You don’t know how to respond, but you see that he’s genuinely curious. There’s no sadness or regret in his voice or the way he’s staring at you, just an open innocence of him really, only wondering the what ifs and possibilities of your past. The nostalgia floods over you heavily.
You squeezes his hand, saying, “You’ll always be my first love, oppa,” and cringing for sounding so greasy, but you know it’s true because there will always be a small part of you that loves him.
The once shaky atmosphere smoothes down into a low, steady hum and you lean against his side. You sit in silence for a while before you straighten up, letting go of his hand and lightly smacking his shoulder with a pout.
“I heard you were coming back soon.”
“Oh?” he laughs. “Yeah, we are.”
“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”
“It’s supposed to be a secret.”
You huff, “But you wanted me to come to a performance.”
“Yeah. And you are, right?” he waggles his eyebrows and grins. You simply roll your eyes, standing quickly so he couldn’t see the smile dancing along your lips.
“Yah, walk me to my dorm.”
OMG, guys. I’m still alive, okay? I’m surprised I still have followers but omg, I’m still here. I don’t have excuse other than I just haven’t been writing, but, guh, I’m not dead.
On a side note, have you guys listened to Sunggyu’s/Yoseob’s solos? kkqlsnwkdoow, I feel like Christmas came early for me because those two are my biases. Everything is beautiful and just ;A;