She was in the kitchen, her back facing my direction, her hands skillfully working as she was preparing for a meal for me.
I watch her in a distance, sitting on the chair watching everything unfold before me.
She's here... for me...
She's here, cooking for me like she always does before because she knows I suck at it.
Without even thinking, my feet swiftly moved its way towards her, my hands wrapping around her waist, my head resting on her shoulder.
She stood there, frozen, unable to move, startled by my action.
For a few seconds, we were standing, feeling each other's warmth, like how we usually do, a few years ago...
"Hoseok..." she muttered, breaking the silence between us.
"Five minutes..." I whispered, "Just give me five minutes, let just stay like this, please.." I pleaded.
I need this.
And she let me, my eyes closed, feeling her on my arms.
I wish this moment would stop so I can stay with her forever.
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My Last Hope
General FictionCover made by: @DEARJUNGS ------------ She brought hope to him when all that's left was pain and the possibility of not debuting. He let him go with the thought of it being the best decision so both of them can achieve their dreams... A love story...
