Feeling Deeply
Genre: Fluff so much fluff. Arranged Marriage fic.
Pairing: Namjoon x OC
A/N: Aaaaaa this is the first fic I'm posting ever ever. It's basically a way to follow the red thread of my desires. OC is named Brishti. She's Indian. She's Bengali & curvy & an introvert. This whole fic is 90% going to be a slow burn fluff fic about two introvert nerds getting to know each other. Seriously there's like hardly any real angst, maybe slight angst about okay when are these two going to bang - if you look very carefully but basically its just slooooow fluuuufff. Hopefully you all like it. Please let me know what you think.
Current Chapter: This one is loooong. Remember this is all happening in the 1960s. OC & Namjoon are both really well off first gen immigrants. In this chapter we have our couple coming closer together - talking about some issues they've both had in their lives. Also this is the chapter where you'll get to know one of my favourite Namjoon songs and like why the OC is named what she's named. Also just a reminder because im a bit paranoid - Rim Jhim (referred to as Rim) is our OC Brishti. Its a pet name that's introduced in this chapter. And Namjoon being the wordsmith that he is makes it shorter, with the korean meaning of the word.
Previously in Feeling Deeply: Preface-ish Chapter 1
Chapter 2
And so it went for the next few days, the two of them quietly discovering each other. They were finding out the normal, casual, small things - how he didn’t like mint chocolate, how she loved bitter black coffee. Since both of them worked, they decided to split the chores at home. It worked out great because Namjoon liked to sweep & Brishti loved to do the dishes. They both struggled to cook but they decided to learn how to cook each other’s cuisines. So she was learning how to make kimchi (the green onion one) & he was learning how to prepare daal (the yellow one). They split the rent & decided to create a separate bank account for their savings. Talking about money increased warmth because they discovered that neither valued it excessively.
Slowly, they began talking about things a little more intimate. Meanings of names were revealed. She was impressed that his name meant genius. And he loved that hers meant rain. Pet names were introduced. He called her Rim - an even shorter version of her daak naam Rim Jhim. He told her to call him Joon. She looked away, smiling, then - silently telling him they’re not there yet. What he didn’t tell her was that he was already making up a fairytale about Joon, the genius & Rim, the brilliant jade that makes him so.
They spoke about books the most. Between them, they had half the globe's literature covered. She had read Indian authors & Russian & Spanish ones. He loved Korean authors, Japanese literature & all the Greek Classics. He geeked out about philosophy & poetry while she nerded over nature writing & music. They spoke about how they might take a look at other European writers & musicians together. To that end, Namjoon brought home a book of love poems by Rilke.
He hadn’t told her that he wrote poetry too. He hadn’t mentioned anything because it seemed like an indulgence of the past, poetry. But that night everything changed. After a late dinner, Brishti had asked to read aloud from the book he’d brought. As she read ‘To Music’, Namjoon saw tears float in her eyes. Secretly, something inside him had wept too. And just like that, he knew he would begin writing soon.
Each week the two watched late shows of classic hollywood musicals in a nearby theatre because they’d decided against a tv in their home - opting, instead, for a record player. Meeting for a movie each of the two Fridays they’d spent together so far was an experience both looked forward to - not only for the movie. In the darkness of the movie theatre, they experienced the first glimpses of intimacy. Soft smiles, whispering, silent glances, hands caressing each other. He loved how she laughed with abandon. She loved that he would tear up during the emotional scenes.
Her smile was getting wider, warmer toward him, Namjoon noted everyday. He’d been sleeping separately since their wedding night because he wanted her to feel safe. He was mostly okay with that except if he thought about it… If he thought about a time when he would get to touch her - Namjoon almost felt dizzy with feelings.
This happened the most when he saw her read by the window, he ached to touch her. That was her - Brishti - that was who she was at her core. Reading, running her fingers through her short hair, staring out the window, thinking, looking at clouds & then going back to reading. She was still quiet, but less so. She spoke about the rain and the trees and when she was happiest, he learned, when she really trusted that no one was going to judge her, she spoke about the moon. It had happened twice in the last few days.
He couldn’t stop looking at her. As though that needed reasoning, he thought about it at the office too. It wasn’t the only answer he could come up with but Namjoon had never seen a body like hers. She didn’t seem brittle or delicate, the way most women looked - or were “supposed to look”. She didn’t care what a body is supposed to look like, at least, it seemed that way to him. Brishti’s curves were not subtle. She was short and while almost everyone was shorter than him, Brishti was just… sexily so. She’d do these things… seemingly normal, everyday things but they would quickly, embarrassingly, inspire an arousal in him. Like, that thing she did, when she stretched after waking up or even if she stretched her arms or her neck… for some reason that turned him on so much, he’d have to hide… or excuse himself. His breath hitched, everytime he thought about how he hadn’t still actually seen her body.
Brishti, too, enjoyed looking at him from afar. Sharing, creating a living space with a man was never something she thought she would enjoy. They had exchanged the basic stories of how they had reached each other.
Namjoon had said, “I’d met a couple of women… girls… but they just seemed either plastic or porcelain… you know? I mean, not all of them could have been that but that's how they… presented themselves? You… I saw your photos in a pile that the matchmaker labelled ‘rubbish’”
“What?!”
“Yeah… I’m sorry but it’s actually a compliment to be labelled ‘bad’ by a matchmaker. That’s why I was looking in that pile in the first place… when I heard you wanted to keep working… Honestly I was so relieved...”
She smiled, “At least you got a look at me… I didn’t even know what you looked like till we met. I had no choice at all. A boy had agreed to marry me - despite… me… so that was the end of it. That was the bargain with my brother… otherwise I wouldn’t have been allowed to work either.”
“Wow… I’m so sorry, Rim. That’s really… really unfair.”
“Hmm yeah… I just figured if I can keep earning & the man turns out to be wrong, at least I can leave.”
“That’s… thanks for not leaving...”
Brishti smiled, “I got lucky...”
Namjoon understood, then, that Brishti might be an introvert but that did not mean she was shy. She made him blush & laugh. She made him speak without inhibition. The more time he spent with her, his feelings poured out.
“Thanks… It’s been really nice to share this home with you. Just to have you to talk to… My life was not going that great...” he said.
Brishti nodded, even though she already knew this. Whatever he said, strangely, she could see a deeper melancholy behind it. They spoke about being strangers in a strange country. She told him how she had to fight at the library for Tagore to be considered classic literature. How she was slowly but surely, being accepted in the oddball group that ran the library. She was not the only non-english person there, so things were easier for her. Besides, true readers had always been more accepting of the different.
Something made her regret sharing her happiness about this because his struggle in this foreign land was far more intense… she could sense pain behind the words he used. Namjoon did not enjoy his job the way she did. He worked overtime most days and came home bone-tired. Kim Namjoon was in many ratraces at the same time - races Brishti felt he didn’t want to participate at all. Being a lawyer, being an asian - the ‘model minority’, being a slightly well-off Korean in a sea of white men, in a sea of less fortunate asians who were being treated much worse than him. Trying to create a name, an identity of his own was wearing him out... chipping away at his soul.
Brishti sometimes saw him and saw a great banyan cutting itself down, trying to be a shrub just to fit in. When she asked him how his day was, he always smiled. It was real, the smile and yet it couldn’t hide the sadness in his eyes. Something that was beginning to bother Brishti more and more, these days. He... had begun to matter more and more these days.
Now, about two weeks into their marriage, she was experiencing butterflies about the smallest things; Things like watching him sleep on the fold out, bringing him coffee in the morning. She felt a pull deep inside her take over when he would come out of the shower in the bathrobe, skin glistening from the shower & musky man-scents launching her body in a fantastical arousal & her mind in overdrive. Somedays, Brishti even went for a shower after he’d been, just so she could soak in his essence & bathe in a trance she had never felt before.
On their third weekend together, Namjoon didn’t have to go to work the whole weekend. He’d spoken to his superior at the firm to let him have weekends free - after all, he was married now. Post lunch that Saturday, Brishti and he kept unpacking, organising while talking (well, later on, it was just coffee & talking) into the early hours of Sunday. They spoke about things they loved, people they had loved. About fictional crushes and real ones. Both of them spoke about their past relationships. Something Brishti was delighted about - especially since Namjoon told her he was not the type to hold someone’s past against them.
Brishti couldn’t believe it when Namjoon had correctly guessed, “It was the photographer, right?”
“What-?! How- Where- How did you…?” Brishti couldn’t even form a question.
“Your photos, at the matchmakers… something was different. All the other pictures women give out for arranged matches seem... fake. Yours were… real… private. You looked comfortable… looked like you were being teased...” What he didn’t say was how much it seemed in those pictures like she was with someone she truly liked… maybe even loved.
Sat on the ground opposite Namjoon, Brishti kept her gaze on him. It unnerved Namjoon that she could really see him. She unnerved him further when she said, “You should say what you aren’t saying… or… asking?”
“Did you love him?”
“Not really… it was just... a different kind of friendship… ended almost as soon as it began. But I- I don’t regret it. It wasn’t the kind of love-” she trailed off. She looked away, smiling but trying to hide it. The same way she had in the photograph.
He pressed further just to tease her “Kind of love...?” Namjoon was intrigued because she was blushing now & he wanted to plant a thousand pecks on her. Instead he said, “So you can just… stop what you were saying? Mmm. Okay. I see.”
She looked at him then, “I’m feeling… a lot… of… different things these days. Especially because of a couple of dimples...”
Just like that, she turned the tables & his dimples appeared. He blushed, “Yeah… same. I mean… you don’t have dimples but I’ve-”
She nodded to let him know she understood. And then asked, “Uhm... Have you… had sex?”
Namjoon bit his lip, “Yeah… yes. I... had a girlfriend in law school. It… uh… wasn’t serious… for her.”
Brishti looked away nodding, as if stopping herself from saying something.
He looked at her… knowing what she probably wanted to say. He wanted to hug her but he only said, “It doesn’t matter, does it? For me it doesn’t. Doesn’t matter if you’ve had sex too… I know how people can be about virginity… I- honestly… it's just another way to control people.”
She looked at him with a mixture of emotions. She took a minute to compose herself & then said, “I’ve never met a man like you… and it's a little confusing and annoying… Not that you are annoying… not at all. It’s just the world is annoying because this is how low the standard is for a man. A man accepting that the woman has a past makes him… forward…? But of course the woman has to… because, well, he’s a man and he has needs. We’re all told that… Shirley... who works with me… she knows it too. Women just aren’t supposed to talk about their pasts. All women.”
She paused & got flustered further because of how dedicatedly Namjoon had been listening. It really seemed as if he was taking notes. The serious expression on his face, it made Brishti's ears feel hot. Almost as a distraction, she went on -
“It's crazy but that seems to be the only thing THE WHOLE WORLD has agreed on - they can’t agree on one way to make bread but they all agreed that women are inferior. It’s such a basic thing to just let me work… because I want to… but it's annoying that it makes me feel lucky. My best friend had to go through hell because she thought she could trust her husband with the truth about her past… so it makes me feel lucky that… you won’t…”
Namjoon could see the pain in her words. Maybe that’s how she could always sense the pain in his words, he thought.
After a calming silence passed over them, he spoke - “I won’t. I don’t really know what it’s like for a woman. And… maybe you won’t like to hear this, but… I was the same, Rim... I was the man my society had trained me to be. Everything changed when I came here. When, for the first time in my life, I understood what it’s like to be treated inferior. Since then, I just… I cannot be the cause of a feeling like that within anyone... So… you’re right. I’m not doing anything everyone shouldn’t already do. All of this should be normal. Expected. Hopefully the world learns a bit faster…”
Brishti smiled at Namjoon. She chuckled when tears pooled up in her eyes. He instinctively reached out for her & placed a hand on her leg, just below her knee. A jolt went through Brishti and she looked surprised. He did too. Namjoon retracted his hand immediately & looked away, blushing. That’s when Brishti laughed out loud. She stood up. And asked him to stand up, silently.
He did. It always made Brishti’s heart flutter just how gorgeous and tall he was. Someday, she would tell him. Someday, she would show him. For now, she couldn’t help feeling bashful as she asked, “Can I get a hug, Joon?”
This was the first time she’d used the pet name that he’d asked her to call him by. This was what his family called him. And her using this name assured Namjoon of just that - she was becoming family. Her question had made his heart flip. He moved without really thinking, because this is what his body had wanted since the day he saw her. He pulled her up in his arms. He felt like he was melting. She was soft. Warm. Beautiful. And in his arms.
Brishti gasped a little when Namjoon had scooped her up in his arms. She was on her toes, literally & figuratively. She held onto him, less as a hug & more as support… at first. Then, she felt his arms… the strong arms that she had been ogling at, around her. It was as if a knot came undone, within her, suddenly. And in its place, the softest silk suddenly flowed through her body.
She closed her eyes and breathed him in. The same essence that she’d been soaking in after he had showered, that she had been breathing in whenever he would pass by or reach past her. The essence that she had now become so hungry for that she had been secretly sleeping with the shirt he’d worn from the laundry basket. That essence was now all over her. Her chin turned up, resting on his shoulders, her cheeks touching his, her hands - on their own - reached the nape of his neck and began to play with his hair.
When she did that, Namjoon held her tighter, pressed her on to him. He felt her body react to his. One hand reaching her shoulder around her back, he moved the other closer to her waist, so his hands could fold over her curves. He could feel her breath hitch when he did that.
Brishti was revelling in the feeling of his hands, his fingers, feeling his fingertips press into her - that was a feeling she could never have imagined making her so... so... drunk. She was drunk. She ran her hands up and down his vast back, all the way up to his hair. All of a sudden she could feel herself overcome with emotion. Tears began pooling in her eyes again. And she said, before it was too late, she said, “Thank you, Joon, for everything… thank you.”
When he heard the tremble in her voice, Namjoon pulled away, just so he could see her. Brishti quickly retracted too - to wipe off her tears, trying to laugh off the silliness, apologising. Namjoon replied, “It’s okay… I understand… I… Thank you, Rim. I hope you… you know what I mean...”
What he wanted to say, what he hoped she understood was that she was what was helping him come alive. But being unable to, Namjoon knew someday he would. Someday soon.
Brishti nodded to say she understood. Namjoon tried to lighten the atmosphere, saying, “You’re not… just anyone, you know? So… maybe you should tell me something I could do which is… not just basic decency, but something that can be considered truly feminist, you know. I’d love to do that for you.”
Brishti smiled and nodded. She suddenly felt tired & almost of its own accord, her body stretched into a yawn. She said, “I’ll think of something. We- I should go now… Do you want- anything?...” Brishti was delighted about how drunk she had gotten from one hug. It was exciting that she knew she’d be sleeping with the sweater he had tossed in the laundry basket tonight. She decided to take a bit more time to enjoy being intoxicated without a substance, together and alone.
Later that night, as Namjoon laid on his fold out sofa, alone, he thought of how great it had felt to have Brishti in his arms. To have someone who wanted to know about his day. To feel her heartbeat, like raindrops, knocking on his chest like it was a window pane, almost as if asking to be let in…
Thoughts like these, they made Namjoon reach for the notepad & pen that he always kept close by. He wrote. He wrote of being world weary and suddenly having a friend. Suddenly feeling like the world wasn't rushing him, that he didn’t need to run, that he could take time, be slow, be a poet. His heart tugged at his pen as it wrote lines about what it felt like to have someone cry for him. To have someone be full of feelings for him, to have someone to embrace his weary body. He wrote about how he missed that embrace and yet it was okay… as long as she was still here, maybe not just next to him, yet. Maybe someday. It was okay because she asked how he was every day and Brishti was here, forever.
Namjoon felt tears run down his own face, as he titled the first poem he’d written in almost five years - Forever Rain.
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Guanlin x Reader - Myosotis
Here I am, back with another Member x Reader fic. Hope you enjoy :)
Word Count: 8k
Tags: Angst, Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Angst with bad ending
What is love?
How does love feel like?
Is it beautiful like what my grandparents told me when I was 5?
“Y/N, when you fall in love, please remember that you should love that person with all your heart, but don’t give him everything that you have. Leave some for yourself. Love is one of the strongest things in this world. Without love, we wouldn’t be here. If love will be painful for you in the future, then don’t think that love is cruel. It is only the moment that is cruel.”
–
Every single night, you turn on your bedside lamp and grab your favorite book inside the drawer. You usually read before you sleep, because you believe that you would sleep with only happy thoughts inside your mind. Maybe you’ve been this in love with the feeling of being in love, and you yourself want to experience how falling in love feels like and how it feels to love someone.
You squint your eyes to adjust your eyesight since your only source of light is right beside you while reading.
You let out a little squeal when the other main character already told the other one that she loves him. You finally sigh with a big smile on your lips and call it a night. You inserted your bookmark in between the pages where you last read on and closed it. Placing the book on the bedside table right beside the lamp, you see your phone lighting up with the name of your best friend.
Time check: 2:41 am.
From: Linlin
Told you that you should stop reading late at night. It’ll ruin your eyesight. I’m telling your parents.
You smirk and typed a reply.
To: Linlin
Well, Mr. Lai Guanlin, you should stop searching for dances and trying them out at this time.
From: Linlin
We fair then. Good night. Hope those two in that book break up.
To: Linlin
Not a chance. It’s true love.
From: Linlin
How would you know if it’s true love when you don’t even know how it feels to fall in love? Duh.
To: Linlin
Sleep.
You turn off your phone and also the lamp. You settled down under your blankets and shifted to the other side of the bed, facing the window. You sigh as you stare at the moon in the sky, while a smile forms on your lips. Sometimes you think about that future someone, who will he be, how will he look like, and how will he treat you. You’re too in love with the thought of being in love, since people kept on telling everyone that falling in love is something that is truly beautiful and addicting.
You fell in love with a bunch of guys like the ones in the books, the ones you see on TV, but you never ever fell in love with someone that you know dearly and see everyday.
Although some people thought you’re in love with your best friend, Guanlin. You thought its impossible to fall in love with that guy since he’s just someone that you like being with but nothing romantic is attached.
In Guanlin’s case, he is in love with you. You were too involved in the world of fictional people, so that’s why you never saw the look in his eyes whenever he looks at you. His eyes and face lit up every single time he sees you smiling, being too focused on the book you’re reading and when you’re just being you.
Maybe a book about two best friends can help you figure out Guanlin’s feelings.
Guanlin shuts off his laptop and lights, preparing for bed. He walks towards his bed and sits at the edge, turning on the small lamp on the bed side table. The picture frame right beside the lamp captured his attention, and he smiled. He reached for it and stared at it for a while. He smiled at the image of where he was wrapping you around his arms when the two of you went to the amusement park when the two of you were just 14.
The two of you were in senior year, no doubt that time flew real fast. Guanlin thought of the possibilities of the two of you staying together up until college, going to the same college together, being together as best friends… or maybe upgraded into something more beautiful.
Guanlin shook his head and placed the frame back at the table. He knew it was impossible to be with you since you were too involved with something else, and he knew he will never, ever, win your heart.
–
Guanlin found you in your same usual spot at the library, at the couch section at the very corner. You lean back on the beanbag, reading a book, as usual.
You notice the tall figure walking towards you so you inserted the bookmark between the pages of your book and closed it. You smile at his presence and waved. He sat right beside you.
“Aren’t you going home yet?” He asks you while he reaches for your book, looking at the summary at the back cover. “I’ve got my bonus allowance today, so I could treat you dinner I guess.”
“Dinner you mean… Street food galore?” You ask with hope. “Right? Right?”
“Right.” He shows his gummy smile and stood up. He extends his hand towards you and you hold it, pulling you so you could stand up. He hands you back your book as he walked towards the exit of the library, you following behind.
You two grab your bags at the exit of the library (since bags aren’t allowed inside the library) and proceeded going outside of the campus.
Guanlin started to talk about his parents going to visit him for one month and he was really excited about it. He was excited to bring you to their house again and talk together, since his parents really like you. Sometimes, Guanlin thinks that his parents likes you more than their actual son, but he doesn’t mind at all- because if he asks you out, they would be very supportive.
On the other hand, your parents doesn’t like Guanlin. Maybe your mom is the one who doesn’t like him.
You two have been best friends since 1st year if middle school but your parents have been quiet about you hanging out with Guanlin. There were times that Guanlin went to your house but they never allowed the two of you to hang out alone in your bed room, or if you two would hang out in the living room, your mom would always be there to watch you. From that time, you knew Guanlin was uncomfortable so you two agreed that he will never go to your house again unless needed to.
You saw the food cart at the end of the road so you hold Guanlin’s hand and pulled him along while you run. He ran as well, smiling while looking at your hand on his’.
You two stopped running as you reached the food cart and let go of his hand. Guanlin felt a little empty, joining both of his hands together and pouted slightly.
You started to pick some of your favorite food and started eating. Guanlin laughs at you since you started stuffing your mouth the moment the two of you arrived. Maybe you were just too hungry and you were enjoying the fact that its free.
“Careful,” He says as he pats your back gently. “You might choke from eating too much.”
You laugh a little “I won’t. You know me, I eat a lot.”
“Yeah that’s why you’re getting chubbier,” He whispers but you heard it clearly.
“Excuse me?”
“Nothing. I said your cheeks are cute, whenever its stuffed.” He says. He gets the tteokbokki that he ordered from the person who serves it and started eating.
“Just admit that I’m cute,” You said jokingly while chewing.
“you are.”
The moment that you heard that, you started coughing out loud because of the sudden compliment. You felt your cheeks flush and you hear Guanlin laughing at you. He started patting your back and gave you your bottle of water to drink in.
“Careful.” He chuckled while patting your back gently. You immediately drank water so you could calm down a little, but you can still feel your heartbeat, it was so fast that you can’t even recall when was the last time it beated this fast, but in fact, it was a first.
There were times that you would think of Guanlin more than a friend but you usually ignore that since you know that it’s not even nice to fall in love with the person who is, your best friend. You’ve read tons of books where the side characters are best friends and they break up, and never became friends again. You do love Guanlin. You love him so much that you want to stay as friends because you know that is where you two would last.
Also, there were times you just want to hug him but it would feel awkward. Anyway, you shrug those thoughts and breathed deeply. You took another bite of your food and enjoyed it as if nothing happened.
–
“Ah, you ate so much.” Guanlin complained after paying everything that you two ate. He counts the remaining bills inside his wallet and unfortunately, no bills were found. Only coins.
The two of you were walking at the sidewalk that leads to the bus stop where you always ride home. It was a busy night so you could see a lot of business men and women going out, rushing to their night shift.
“Korean street food is the best,” You comment while eating off the ice cream cone. “Also ice cream is the best. You’re the best!”
“You’re just nice to me because I treat you a lot,” He sighs while shoving his wallet inside his pocket. He walks right behind you and placed his hands on your shoulders. “It’s kinda late so I’ll walk you home, this way.” He pushes you lightly while guiding the way.
“You know that I’ve told you many times that my parents doesn’t like you,” you remind him. “I don’t want to see them mad or disappointed when they see you walking me home.”
He stops walking and looks at the bus stop right beside the two of you. You turned around to look at him. “I can manage up to here.”
Guanlin sighs and started to pat your head. “Okay, shortie.”
“Don’t brag about your height.”
“I wasn’t.”
“Then stop calling me short.”
“Your height suits you. If I hug you, you fit right inside my arms.”
“I’ll prove it to you that I don’t,” You say as you step forward. “Come on, hug me.”
Guanlin started to hesitate to wrap his arms around you. It was all of a sudden. He stared at your eyes, he thought that you stole all of the stars in the sky because it sparkled. If he would stargaze, he would look into your eyes instead. His gaze goes down, and stops at your lips. Never, even once in his life, has he tried to kiss them. He started bringing his arms up to hug you, but something stopped the two of you.
You looked at the bus stop and you see a black car, rolling the windows down. It was your dad.
“Y/N! Glad that I found you,” Your dad smiles. “Come in now, let’s go home.”
You sigh and smile at Guanlin. “See you tomorrow.” You pat his arm and started running towards the car.
Guanlin watched you enter the car, waving one last time. He looks at your dad who wasn’t frowning, but he was actually smiling at Guanlin. It felt weird because he knows that your dad doesn’t like him either. Maybe, your dad does like him, its just your mom who doesn’t.
–
Guanlin arrives in his small apartment, placing his bag on the floor and heads to his desk. He started to think about confessing his feelings to you but it felt wrong. He wanted to tell you how much he loves you even though it would really ruin your friendship. He loves you so much that he didn’t mind to be selfish.
The moment that he fell in love with you, he knew he will never let you go. He will never let you go no matter what the case was.
There were times he doubted himself. There were times when he wanted to tell you what he feels towards you just to stop his feelings for you, but he can’t. He knew that the feeling was strong and true. He knew it was true love, because he never felt this way before. The kind of love he has for you is that, he wants to marry you.
Every night, he wishes, he prays to all of the Gods that you would return those feelings because he knew he would always take good care of you no matter what happens. He knew the universe is in favor with the two of you, and prays that no one would jinx it.
And all he could do was hope.
–
You waited inside Guanlin’s apartment to surprise his parents and sister. You prepared something for them, like a cake and also take outs. You knew they would love it and you know that they love you.
You heard the wheels of the taxi screech in front of the apartment and you knew that they arrived. You started to set everything up last minute and see if it was perfect.
It was.
You head to the door and walk outside, seeing Guanlin help his sister bring out her luggage from the taxi. You see his father and you ran towards him, greeting him.
“Is this y/n? You’ve grown into a pretty lady,” His father smiles at you and you shake his hand, welcoming him again.
“Yes, it’s been a long time,” You smile as you grab his luggage. “I’ll help you with this!” You smile while bringing his stuff carefully inside the apartment.
Guanlin walks towards his father and smiles. “That’s her.”
His father nods and pats him on the back. “Marry her.”
Guanlin blushed “Too early!”
“At least I approve.”
Guanlin just shakes his head while trying so hard not to smile. He looked at you from afar, thinking how beautiful you really are, and how much he wants you to be in his arms. He knows, for sure, that he really loves you so much, and his father could tell.
“Help me with this,” Guanlin’s sister cut off his thoughts, handing him her bag. He nods and brings them inside the apartment.
You walked past Guanlin, running towards his mother who was also going out of the other taxi, since they brought too many things with them in Korea for Guanlin and also for you. You greet her with a hug, his mother smiling while hugging you back. You could say you really did establish a good relationship with his family, but they were kind of expecting that you two would be dating but it’s disappointing because you two aren’t.
“It’s nice to see you again, you’ve grown so much,” Guanlin’s mother told you while hugging you tight. “Will you help me with these?”
You nod “Of course I will!” You smile while bringing their other things out of the taxi, bringing them inside the house.
–
It was around 6pm when his family sent you home. They wanted you to stay but they were being considerate to you, letting you go home as early as 6pm so you wouldn’t miss the bus and arrive home safely. Travelling at night is indeed scary.
You gave his parents and sister a hug before leaving, carrying a bag full of things from Taiwan like food, some clothes and also some skin care products that you actually like. They really treated you like a family member, since you’re the only person they trust when it comes to Guanlin.
Guanlin walks you to the nearest bus stop, carrying the bag for you. You tell him how pretty his sister became and you wanted to hang out with her soon. Guanlin nods, saying that his sister would be happy to hang out with you.
You reach the bus stop and no one was there, so you sit down on the bench and Guanlin follows to sit down right beside you.
“What does Taiwan look like?” You suddenly ask. “It seems like a pretty place.”
“It is,” Guanlin says, sighing. “I miss it there.”
“Won’t you go back to Taiwan?” You ask, playing with your hands.
“I can’t,” He says.
“And why, mister?”
“I can’t leave you.”
“Oh there you go again,” You laugh, hitting his arm. After laughing for a while, you see that Guanlin has a serious look on his face. “You okay?”
“If I go back to Taiwan, I might just look for you and go back in no time,” He says. “Anyway, my future’s sorted out. I’ll go to college with you, support you with your work-“
“Why are you talking as if we’re a couple?” You ask, coughing a little while looking at the sky, which was turning orangey-pink and the clouds were puffy like cotton candy.
“Don’t you want us to be one?”
Your eyes widened and immediately looked at him to see if he’s serious or if there would be a hint of him joking. Indeed, he was serious.
“Are you serious right now?”
“Maybe I am?”
“GUANLIN!”
“The bus is here.”
You look at the bus who was about to stop right in front of you. You didn’t want to stand up yet since your legs suddenly became weak after he said those words.
“Don’t you want us to be one?”
“Y/N, come on,” He says, holding your hand to pull you up. You slap his hand away gently, grabbing the bag from him. “Are you okay?” He asks with a concerned look on his face.
“I’m fine,” you sigh. “go home safely.” You say as you walk towards the entrance and hop onto the bus. You take out your card, hearing the beep sound saying that you’ve successfully paid for your bus fare and walked towards an empty seat right beside the window. Once you sat down, you see Guanlin who was still standing outside, giving you a smile and waved at you. You also give him a smile and waved.
Then the bus started to go.
You didn’t really fall awkward after that statement of Guanlin. It’s not like it was one sided.
There were times that you thought, what if you and Guanlin were a couple? It’s never impossible, right?
These days, the thought of you and Guanlin being a couple is becoming a big possibility. You sometimes think about scenarios if you two became one. Sometimes you would get lost in your thoughts and when you snap out from your thoughts, that’s when you realize that you were actually thinking about you and Guanlin as a couple.
These days, you could feel that your heart beats faster than usual, and Guanlin is the reason for your heartbeats.
You suddenly smile and bite your lower lip. You felt your cheeks flush, just with the thought of Guanlin.
‘Maybe… just maybe… I am actually in love with him.’
You thought you should stop lying to yourself once.
‘…well, I think I do love him.’
–
Guanlin arrives home, with a worried look on his face. He couldn’t tell you the truth- that he has an option to go back to Taiwan or not.
If he chose to go back to Taiwan, then he would receive great benefit from the college he would attend to and give him a scholarship. If he stays in Korea, maybe, he would be with you a lot but he would be working, since their family has been financially unstable.
Either way, he doesn’t mind to work part-time in Korea, just to be with you. But, grabbing the opportunity to have a scholarship from one of the colleges in Taiwan, is also a great thing.
He chose to stay in Korea.
–
You stayed up late again, reading a book. It was the weekend anyway, and tomorrow is Sunday and you could rest the whole day, no need to wake up early.
It was around 2am when you noticed that your screen lit up, and you saw that it was a call from Guanlin. Your heart skipped a beat when you saw that it was from Guanlin. You took a deep breath before you pick it up.
“Hello?” You answered.
“You’re still awake? Uh… I don’t know why I’m calling you right now but…”
“Okay, same goes with you,” You say, shifting to a comfortable position on your bed. “Why are you awake?”
“Because I couldn’t sleep, I took a midnight walk,” He says.
“What the hell it’s 2am, and you’re out?”
“Yeah I came to see you,” He says.
You started to jump a little, and immediately crawled to the window. You draw the curtains to the side, and you got shocked when you saw Guanlin right outside of your house, and waved when he saw you.
“Are you crazy? I told you that you shouldn’t come to my home anymore!”
“Just come out for a while, please?”
“My mom’s gonna kill me if I come out.”
“Come on, just come out for a while.”
“If my mom caught me, you’re dead.”
“So you’re coming down?”
“Yes, just wait.” You hang up, running towards your closet to grab your bra since you weren’t wearing one and you don’t want to get cancer by wearing bra while sleeping and get embarrassed in front of Guanlin, not wearing any bra.
You open the door slowly, tip-toeing down the staircase and trying really hard not to leave any evidence that you were going to sneak out.
You open the front door, seeing Guanlin sitting on the sidewalk. You try to hide your smile, closing the door slowly and quietly. He stands up, waving at you. You walk right towards him, waving as well.
“I still don’t understand why you’re here, this late.”
“I just noticed that the stars are out tonight, wanna stargaze?” He asks, looking straight in your eyes.
“You asked me to stargaze with you but why aren’t you looking at the sky?”
He laughs at you, stepping closer, not breaking eye contact. “I am, stargazing.”
You start to blush, pushing him away. “It’s too late for this, Guanlin.”
“Why? Are you falling in love with me?” He started to joke, laughing.
“Maybe if you do continue doing that, I might, for real,” You whisper, taking a subtle step forward. Guanlin heard it, but pretended he didn’t. He was incredibly happy so he wrapped his arms around you, giving you a tight hug.
“Do you wanna hangout today?” He whispers. “Like, when the sun rises and we’re all fresh from sleep?”
“Why not?”
–
It was 4pm and you get out of your house wearing a white sweater with a denim skirt, going for a simple outfit but also something that you don’t usually wear, maybe, is to impress Guanlin? You never did this even once. You even put on a little bit of makeup, just usual face powder, mascara and lip and cheek tint.
Guanlin waits for you at the bus stop where you usually get on, just to surprise you. He was sure that it wasn’t a date but he dressed up, extra careful and extra… handsome?
A smile appeared on your face once you saw him, but he wasn’t looking at your direction. You sneak up right behind him, tapping his shoulder.
Guanlin turns around, seeing you and smiled.
“There you are. So where do you want to go?” He asks you.
“it’s like 4pm, shouldn’t we go somewhere just near?”
And that near, became farther.
–
The only place you wanted to go to is somewhere far away, which is the beach.
The beach at nighttime is the prettiest. It took you two an hour to travel on bus and also on foot. On the way, the two of you would order food from food carts, ice cream shop, and just talk while on the way to the beach.
You see a lot of people at the beach, mostly foreigners. You thought it was a bad time to go to the beach but honestly, it was fine for Guanlin.
“Are you going in the water?” He asks you while walking towards the shore, the water splashes on Guanlin’s shoes. “Come and remove your shoes, lets dip out feet on the water.”
“Promise me you won’t push me,” You say while kicking your sneakers off and placing your bag on top of your shoes.
“Hold my hand,” Guanlin extends his hand for you to grab, smiling at you. You smile back, gently holding his hand and leads you to the water.
You felt the sea water cover your feet up until your ankle, and it was kinda ticklish. Also, the sand was very smooth to stand on, and you feel like you don’t wanna leave yet- especially, standing right beside Guanlin, was beautiful.
“Shortie, are you enjoying this?” Guanlin teases you by calling, chuckling. He holds your other hand, caressing your knuckles gently.
“Shortie… really now?” You sigh.
“Your height really suits you, and your height is perfect for my height,” Guanlin says. “Wait, did that make sense?”
“How could you even tell that our height matches perfectly?” You ask him, stepping forward a little. “You can never tell.”
All of a sudden, Guanlin leans down, and you never thought he would do anything at that moment. The moment you felt his lips on your forehead, that’s when your heart loses it.
“See? I told you our heights were perfect,” He smiles at your blushing state, squeezing one of your cheeks. “Can we… try this out?”
Your heart beats a bit faster, knowing what he meant but you ask anyway. “Try… what?’
“This thing called… dating,” He asks with a sheepish smile, scratching the back of his neck. “You know… You and Me, together…”
Your lips turned into a smile as you step closer to him. Guanlin’s eyes widened when you stepped closer, not knowing what you would do next. You slowly wrap your arms around him, resting your ear on his chest, and you could hear fast, pounding sounds from inside of his chest.
“Your heart is beating fast,” You say, smiling. You felt Guanlin’s arms wrap around you, and felt him kissing your head.
“Every heart beat screams your name, y/n,” He whispers, hugging you tighter.
You sigh deeply, and the smile on your face wouldn’t fade. Maybe, going to the beach at this hour wasn’t that bad.
“Let’s try,” You say. “You, me, dating.”
–
Weeks has passed since you’ve agreed to try it out, try dating Guanlin. Honestly, dating Guanlin wasn’t that different like before, but the difference is, there are more hugging and also kissing on the cheek, forehead, and holding hands. Kissing on the lips? Never happened, even once.
One time, you and Guanlin went to his apartment to tell his family that they’re dating, and they were happier than the two of them. Although, it wasn’t confirmed that you really do like Guanlin, but you were sure that Guanlin really likes you.
You never said you liked him, and you never said that you love him either. Guanlin didn’t seem to be bothered by it, but actions speak louder than words, it was obvious that the two of you were really in love.
You never fell in love with him that fast, you knew you were in love with him since before, it’s just fear, blindness, and the thought of just staying as friends made you think that you’re not in love. But Thank God, Guanlin finally made a move and asked you out.
Months passed, graduation is around the corner. You and Guanlin were hanging out again after class, hand in hand, when you pass by a newly-opened flower shop. As expected, your favorite color was blue, and there were small, tiny blue flowers that was displayed outside. You never saw any flower like that before, but it was indeed beautiful.
“Excuse me, what is this flower called?” You ask the lady who was removing thorns from the rose. She looks at you with a smile.
“That is called Forget Me Not, pretty isn’t it?” She says. “It’s kind of expensive, but they’re beautiful flowers! This flower symbolizes True Love and also Memories you don’t want to forget.”
“The meaning is so beautiful,” You smile. “Thank you.” You say to the woman and you pull Guanlin. “Those flowers are really pretty but have you seen the price?”
“Expensive.”
“True.”
The meaning of Forget me not was carved in your heart. The meaning was beautiful, and you thought that this flower itself is beautiful.
–
Every night, you started to write letters. You wrote all of your feelings, thoughts, and also how much you love Guanlin. You decided to keep all of these letters in one box, or tie it, and give it to Guanlin at the right time.
The night you were writing the 5th letter, you received a text message from Guanlin. He told you to come out of the house, and you did. You tip-toed your way out of the house, and open the door with the sight of Guanlin, hiding something behind his back.
“What are you hiding?” You ask him suspiciously, trying to peek what was behind him. He started walking backwards, away from the door. “Where are you going?”
“Just follow me, I don’t want your parents to hear us,” He whispers while walking backwards, still hiding something. You follow him, still suspicious of what he was hiding.
You still followed him, until you two reached the lake near your house. The moon was high up in the sky, giving a beautiful light that reflected on the water, and also gave a beautiful lighting on the two of you.
“It’s true that girls are 100 times beautiful during the night,” Guanlin says.
“So are you saying I’m not beautiful? Okay, what are you hiding?”
“Y/N, you’re the most beautiful person I know,” He says. “And I’ll only give you this when you kiss me.”
You scoff. “A kiss? Are you serious? You know I’m never ready for a kiss.”
And it wasn’t a lie. There were times when Guanlin was so tempted to kiss you on the lips, but you usually push him away. It was usually when you two just ate, or you weren’t just ready.
“Y/N….” He pouts. “Don’t you want to kiss me?”
“Cheek.”
“Fine.”
You walk closer to him as you tip toed up, about to kiss his cheek.
Guanlin, craving for a kiss on the lips, suddenly turned, facing you and you felt his lips o yours.
Due to the huge amount of shock you suddenly pushed Guanlin away, covering your mouth. You were blushing furiously, and you wanted to scream out loud. Scream, because of happiness.
“Hey, I wanted another one,” Guanlin smiles. “Your lips are really soft.”
“I hate you!”
“But I love you,” Guanlin says, stepping closer. “I love you.”
Your heart beats like crazy, but it was crazier after Guanlin spoke those three words. Three words that made you smile, that made you happy, three words that made you feel special.
“Y/N, I love you, it’s crazy-“
Guanlin stopped talking once you shut him up, by wrapping your arms around his neck, tiptoeing up, and kissing him on the lips. You never knew kissing feels this special, this beautiful, and it felt like, you two were the only ones around. Your head was spinning, and your heart was beating real fast.
Guanlin closes his eyes, responding to the kiss. He leans forward, dropping the bouquet of Forget-Me-Not flowers on the grass and wraps his arms around you. You let go for a while, trying to catch your breath and Guanlin initiates his own kiss, kissing you softly and sweetly, like you are the most fragile thing in the whole world.
“Wow.”
“… wow.”
You giggle at his blushing state, and it was the first time that you’ve seen Guanlin blushing like that. And it was cute.
“I accidentally dropped them,” Guanlin said, picking up the bouquet of Forget Me Not flowers. “I wanted to give this to you… The lady at that store gave it to me for free. And it’s like …. About to wither.”
You smile at him, accepting the flowers. “It’s not withering, it looks new.” You say, looking at the flowers. “Thank you.”
“I’ll walk you home.”
–
You arrive back at home, smiling widely as you enter your room with the flowers. You grab the vase that’s used as a display in the room and washed it in your CR, filling the vase with water. You place the flowers inside the vase and displayed it on your desk, where you left your letter on.
“oh I’m not yet finished with this,” you say as you sat down again, continuing the letter.
This is the night when you told me that you love me. And we kissed. It was the most magical night, and thank you for making me feel this special. I love you, Guanlin.
–
A week after graduation was the most fun week ever. All of your classmates gathered all together for a last get together before College starts, and that’s when all of you are travelling to Busan.
“Take care, okay, y/n?” your mom tells you while giving you some pocket money for the vacation.
“I will,” You say while adjusting your neck pillow that’s around your neck. “Guanlin will arrive in 5 minutes, so I’ll wait outside.”
You saw your mother frown when she heard the name of Guanlin. “Y/N… can I be honest with you?”
You started to become nervous when your mom suddenly spoke that way. “Yes, mom?”
“I don’t like Guanlin,” She says honestly. “But I can’t do anything about it… I know the two of you are together, but, I don’t like him for you.”
“H-How…” You clear your throat. “How did you know, mom?”
“You always go out with him, more than usual,” She says. “I don’t… like him for you. Just, break up with him soon.”
You hear the door bell, signaling that it was Guanlin. You don’t say a word and started towards the door. Before you open the door, you look at your mom. “Mom, you know I am an obedient child, but I’m sorry. This time, I have to disobey you.”
–
You look out of the window of the train, Guanlin resting his head on your shoulder, sleeping. You think about what you’ve just said to your mom, and you regret it. You love your parents, and you also love Guanlin. It was very hard to decide, whom to go with.
You felt Guanlin stretching and waking up, his hair started to stick out. You laugh at him while brushing his hair down neatly.
“Did you sleep well?” You ask.
“I did.”
You smile as you reach for his hand, lacing your fingers between his’. “I can’t wait for college.”
“We’ll still be together,” He says, nuzzles his face on your neck. “You smell really good.”
“Have you found a part-time yet?” You ask him.
“Mhm, the flower shop was looking for a cashier, and the salary is reasonable,” He says, kissing your neck teasingly.
“Don’t kiss that spot- th-that tickles, hey!” You started giggling while pushing him away.
Guanlin started to laugh loudly while tickling you, and gave you a peck on the lips. “You’re so cute.”
“I know.” You both laugh.
–
The whole class arrived in Busan and you run to the beach, and it felt really great. The ocean smells nice, seagulls were everywhere. Busan, was definitely beautiful.
All gathered to their hotels, you stayed with some of your girl classmates since they’re trying to avoid you and Guanlin in one room, to avoid other people thinking about you two doing something inappropriate but you know that you’ll never do anything like that.
Of course the first thing the whole class did was to go and swim at the beach, also after that gathered to do a bonfire and talk about things. You snuggled closer to Guanlin, holding his hand. You lean your head on his shoulder while listening to your classmates’ stories and laugh whenever something funny happens.
At that moment, you knew you’ll miss all of them. You’re glad that you and Guanlin would stay together until college and you were sure that things would work out.
One by one, some of your classmates went back to the hotel to sleep, wash up, or just enjoy the wifi access. You and Guanlin just stayed there, until everyone was all gone.
“Do you remember when I asked you out?” Guanlin asks. “It was at the beach too.”
You smile at the memory. “Yes, I do. And I had no idea that we would really fall in love with each other.”
Guanlin sits up straight, looking at you with a cheeky smile. “Fall in love? You never told me that you love me.”
You roll your eyes and placed your hand on his cheek. “You know, actions speak louder than words.” You whisper.
“I wanna hear it,” Guanlin insisted. “Please?”
You took a deep breath and kissed him on the cheek. “I love you, Guanlin.” You whisper on his ear. “I love you, so much.”
Guanlin smiles, hugging you tighter. “I love you more.”
“I love you more than you love me,” You say, leaning on his chest. “Got anything better than that?”
“I love you more than anything else in this world,” Guanlin says. “Promise me you’ll never leave me, no matter what.” He shows his pinky to you. “Promise?”
“Promise me that you won’t leave me either,” You say, wrapping your pinky on his’.
“I promise you that I’ll marry you in the future,” He says. “Promise me you’ll say yes.”
“I promise.”
–
A week has passed and everyone was going home, except for you and Guanlin. You two decided to stay for one more night and leave the next day, since Busan was making you two stay.
Your parents had no idea that you two would stay there longer, and it was surprising because Guanlin insisted to stay for one more night, because he felt like he didn’t have enough time with you yet.
You two stroll around the town in Busan, holding his hand tightly, while swaying your hands around. There were a lot of people strolling, including them. You hear the other people speaking in satoori and you were used to it. Guanlin in the other hand, isn’t that familiar with satoori yet.
“You know some guys who speak in satoori are really hot,” You tease, nudging him.
“Don’t make me jealous.”
“Aw no baby, you’re the cutest, I love you.”
“Did you just act cute?”
“Maybe?”
Guanlin chuckles and wraps his arm around your shoulder. “Oh, a photo booth. You want to go in?”
You look at the direction where Guanlin was pointing and nod. You two run towards the photo booth, sitting right in front of the camera and started posing.
After taking pictures, you waited for the pictures to be printed. Finally after months, you had new photos from the photo booth.
You feel your phone vibrating and it was a call from your mom. You had 9 missed calls, and you knew you were doomed.
“Hello mom?”
“Y/N! You told me you’re staying in Busan until yesterday, don’t tell me you’re still there?”
“I’m doing fine, mom. I’m not dead, I’m with Guanlin,” you say in a matter-of-fact.
“Of all people, why Guanlin? Go home, right now!”
“I’m doing fine and he’s doing fine. It’s not like we’re going to do something that will ruin our future,” you say, rolling your eyes. “I’m hanging up.”
“Y/N! Don’t you dare hang up on your mo-“ “Signal’s gone,” you shake your head. “Bet she’s really mad.”
“y/n… Do you really want to go home? Your mom might be mad,” Guanlin says with concern. “I don’t want your mom to be angry.”
“Look, you wanted to stay and I wanted to stay. Come on, let’s ride the next bus.” You say. “It’s not like we’re going to die.”
Guanlin has a worried look on his face and nods. “Okay, let’s go.”
You wait for a little while until the next bus arrives, and you ride in it. You had a weird feeling with the bus you’re riding. You saw the tire, it was nearly flat. You raise your concern to the bus driver, telling that the bus might have a flat tire.
“Flat tire? I just changed the tires today so it’s impossible for it to have a flat tire,” The bus driver says, throwing his cigarette stick in the trash bin.
Guanlin lightly pushes you to move forward, letting you sit down on the window seat. Your heart was beating really flat, and praying that the bus didn’t have a flat tire.
“Guanlin, I want to get out,” You say, shaking. “I hope this bus doesn’t have a flat tire.”
“Didn’t you hear the bus driver? He said that the tires were changed today so you don’t have to worry, okay?” Guanlin assures, patting your back. “Hey, look at me.”
You look at him with worry.
“Everything’s going to be alright, okay?” He gives you an assuring smile while holding your hands. “If something happens, I’ll protect you.”
You nod and calmed down. You smile at him, and leaned on his shoulder.
The bus started, and you felt more nervous. But you know nothing would happen, maybe the tires really appeared flat but it was fine when it arrived in the bus stop. Maybe, you were just overthinking.
In a while, you look at the window side and started to scream. Other people started screaming and the last thing you heard was a big crash.
And everything turned dark.
–
Guanlin started to panic once he woke up. He saw white walls, a white ceiling, beeps, and it was quiet. He was alone.
He sees a bandage wrapped around his arm, also an IV injected on him. He was certain that he’s inside the hospital.
The first thing that entered his mind was; you.
A nurse enters, and immediately he knew who it was.
“Can I go out? I’m completely fine, I need to know where patient Y/N is.”
She shakes her head. “Guanlin, you shouldn’t stand up yet. You just woke up.”
“I don’t care, I need to see her,” Guanlin was full of anger and worry, he wanted to see you asap, and he felt guilty.
If they came home sooner, this wouldn’t have happened. It was all his fault and things shouldn’t have happened if he didn’t insist to stay in Busan.
Now, he doesn’t know how you’re doing.
“Fine,” She sighs. “She’s in a critical condition, the truck hit her real hard.”
Guanlin recalls the exact moment the accident happened. The bus didn’t have a flat tire, a truck that was parked, suddenly slid down the road and hit the bus, right at their direction. Guanlin remembers the way he wrapped his arms around you and covered the back of your head with his hands, but it was useless.
“She’s alive… right?” Guanlin asks, tears started flowing down on his cheeks, and his heart was beating really hard due to anger, fear, and guilt. He blames himself for everything, and he wants to see you.
“She’s alive. If you want to see her… I’ll fix you up.”
–
Guanlin peeks from the door, seeing you lying down on the bed, with a bandage wrapped around your head. Guanlin cursed silently, and tears started to fall down again.
“Excuse me.” A voice from behind speaks and Guanlin immediately moves away. He quickly recognized the person behind him.
It was your mother.
“Sorry,” Guanlin mutters, looking away. He was about to walk away but she called him.
“Guanlin?”
Guanlin had chills run down on his spine and looked at your mom. “Yes?”
“Stay away from my daughter.”
–
Weeks has passed and Guanlin was already released from the hospital. Guanlin lies down on his bed, looking at the photo the two of you took from Busan. He suddenly felt the tears flow from his eyes, just by staring at your face, he felt his heart clench.
Guanlin thinks he’ll just put you in danger.
Guanlin gets up, and leaves his apartment and runs to the nearest bus stop to ride to the floral shop nearby, where he bought the flowers for you. He receives a text message from the nurse in the hospital.
Guanlin, y/n is fine. She’ll be discharged from the hospital today. Make sure to introduce yourself properly.
Guanlin felt tears appearing on his eyes and sniffed. He wiped his tears, and texted back.
Thank you.
Guanlin gets off the bus and runs to the floral shop. He knows that your mother told him to stay away from you, but he won’t allow that. He needs to see you, at least once.
“Once of these please,” Guanlin says, picking up a small bouquet of Forget Me Not flowers, and gave the payment to the lady. “Thank you.”
The image of you smiling under the moonlight, passed by your thoughts. He knew that this will get you excited, and happy. He was more than excited to see you again, but was still worried.
–
Guanlin arrives in your place, but there was no sign of humans inside the house. Guanlin decided to wait a little longer, he didn’t want to miss you. He brings the flowers up to his face and started sniffing, and he was delighted by the smell.
“Excuse me.” A sweet voice, a voice that Guanlin always heard, and longed for, he finally heard it.
He looks up at you, who was walking with a crutch. Guanlin gets up and wraps his arms around you. Tears started to form, and those tears became a pool of tears. He started to sniff louder, and he whispered “I’m glad your fine.”
The weird thing is. You didn’t hug him back.
Guanlin lets go of the hug and gave you the flowers. “Your favorite.”
“Uhm… sorry but, Who are you? “
Then at that moment, everything was crashing down.
“Y/N…?” Guanlin’s eyes widened, and his legs felt weak. “Y/N, you don’t know me?”
“Can you move, I don’t know you,” You say while walking some more.
“Y/N, you must be kidding me. I know you remember me, you promised back in Busan-“
“She has amnesia. She won’t remember who you are.”
Guanlin looks behind him, and it was your mom. “Oh…”
“Come on now, Y/N, let’s go inside.” Your mom said, holding your arm.
Guanlin didn’t know what to do but to hand out the bouquet of flowers to you. You look at him suspiciously, but accepts them anyway.
“It’s your favorite.” Guanlin whispers, while trying hard not to cry. “Goodbye.”
Guanlin turns around and started walking away.
He brings out his phone and calls his father, long distance call.
“Hello? Yes Guanlin? You called?”
“Father…” Guanlin started crying really hard in the middle of the road and sat on the sidewalk.
“Guanlin? Is everything alright?
“Father… When can I go back to Taiwan?”
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You stayed outside the house after the boy gave you those bouquet full of blue flowers. Your mother left you there, walking inside the house with a smirk on her face.
You stare at the flowers, as you felt tears come out from your eyes.
‘Guanlin… I’m so sorry.’
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8 years later…
Guanlin arrives in his room where he sees a package from Korea on his desk. He came back from work and the first thing he saw was the package. Curiosity grows inside him and opens the package.
Layer after layer, he sees a small box with a flower tied up around the box.
And it wasn’t any ordinary flower. It was a dried, small, blue flower. Forget Me Not.
Guanlin suddenly smiles at the memory of you. A painful memory, where he left you, and went to Taiwan.
It was no use to stay in Korea after that accident. He thought he should’ve fought for you but, your parents were scary enough and, he knew that you wouldn’t get hurt if he leaves.
Guanlin did the wisest decision. Leaving Korea, with only one broken heart. And it was Guanlin’s broken heart.
He started untying the string around the box and opens it. He sees different kinds of envelopes, with different dates.
And it was your hand writing.
Guanlin started reading them one by one, and it was obvious that his heart started pounding real fast and tears started to form in his eyes. The letter was about your feelings, during that day when Guanlin first confessed to you.
The second letter was about falling in love with Guanlin and how much you appreciated him
The third letter was about the fear of going to college, but you were sure and happy that you’re going to college with Guanlin.
The fourth letter was about the time when your feelings were confirmed. You were truly in love with Guanlin.
The fifth letter was about how much you love Guanlin and how your first kiss went.
The sixth letter’s paper were kind of new, and it was dated two years ago. Guanlin tilts his head and wondered why there was a letter dated two years ago.
“I guess this letter is just from her mom, telling me to stay away once I receive this.” Guanlin shrugs, placing the letters in the box again, but he notices a little note folded sticker on the cover of the box.
He unfolds it, and it was newly written.
Guanlin…. I miss you.
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