44. WAS IT A DREAM?

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Was it a dream?

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Was it a dream?

Was it a dream?

Is this the only evidence that proves it?

A photograph of you and I

A photograph of you and I

A photograph of you and I... In love...

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Jeongguk took a few hesitant steps down the hall. His elegant shoes tapped on the marble floor with every slightest movement. So, feeling a bit awkward, he stopped and looked around carefully, his eyes gliding slowly across the room. He had to admit that the hall was impressive. In fact, it looked a lot bigger than on the photos Lisa showed him in one of the thick catalogs she brought home a few months ago. Then he looked at these photos only in passing. It seemed to him that the vision of their wedding was so distant that he didn't need to worry about it. But now everything was becoming terrifyingly tangible. As tangible as his damn expensive suit, which he was supposed to try on early next week, or the wedding rings he kept in the top drawer of the nightstand, which was next to the bed he shared with his fiancée.

It's been almost three weeks since he and Tae broke up. Eighteen days, five hours and twenty-three minutes to be exact. If he strained his mind enough, he would probably be able to calculate the time of this painful separation almost to the every second. Every moment seemed to take ages without him. He was despairing at first, but now he felt as numb as ever. In the second week after their separation, he threw himself into the vortex of work. He sat in the office almost from dawn to dusk, explaining to Lisa that he had been behind with work because of a week's absence. He hoped his work would make him stop thinking about him, but brief moments of concentration on something else were interrupted by long moments of longing for his melodious laugh, his deep voice, or the gaze of his dark eyes that seemed to haunt him.

He wasn't sleeping well. In fact, he had hardly ever slept at all since they broke up. Usually he would lie in bed next to Lisa, twirling from side to side or staring blankly at the ceiling. Sometimes he would go out on the balcony in the middle of the night and stare at the picture of Tae smiling for hours. At the mere mention of this photo, he wanted to slip his hand into the pocket of the Gucci suit jacket that adorned his broad shoulders and take his cell phone out of it, only to be able to look at him again for a moment. But he knew he couldn't do it.

He involuntarily closed his eyelids and recalled the image in his mind. He knew it by heart. He knew every detail so well that if someone had given him a pencil or charcoal to paint, he would have drawn the picture from memory with one hundred percent consistency. It was enough that he squeezed his eyes shut for a few seconds for the image of Tae to appear in his mind. It was a photo he had taken of him on one of their weekends together, which they only had the opportunity to spend, just the two of them. It was when he was drawing him in the studio, wanting to create works that he could send to the Academy competition. First he painted him naked, and then they made love in the tattoo artist's bedroom for a long time. He took this photo later, when Taehyung lay in the ruffled sheets, still smelling of their hot bodies. His red hair was slightly disheveled, and his mouth was decorated with the most beautiful of smiles. Jeongguk could almost hear his low, melodious laugh that escaped from his parted lips as he sat on his hips and pulled the tattooed hands away from his beautiful face, behind which the boy wanted to hide, so he couldn't take a picture of him. However, he was stronger and won this duel, as a result he was able to take this picture of him. The photo, next to his perfume-scented hoodie, was one of the things that confirmed that it all really happened.

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