Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
•• ━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━ •• Four | Yugyeom
This was it.
Everything I spent eight long months preparing for. The long hours gushing over the phone to my friends, all the pondering and contemplating, all laid out in front of me. The words ran from me before I could grab ahold of their leash, leaving me stranded in the middle of eerie silence.
And though my stomach felt like it was turned inside-out and the hairs on the back of my neck were on their toes, I couldn't find the way back to my cowardly ways. I had stepped out into the open and there was no going back.
Everything said from this moment forward would dictate the outcome of the rest of our lives. I had faith in myself. I knew that our years together that this day would come. I prided myself on investing before the outbreak.
The box is in my hands before I know it, velvet solid flipped open to reveal the sparkling beauty. two carats shining like a light with two significantly smaller jewels on each side. Seeing as we were both believers in astrology, I felt it would be more practical to add her gemstone. Costly, it was. But only the best for my lady.
I scoffed at myself, deciding that once again, I was pathetic. Because I considered so many different outcomes, so many different ways it could go wrong, and even what my friends would think. At the time, I failed to realize all I needed and would ever need was sitting right in front of me- kissed by the Gods of beauty, swelling with enough love and affection to leave me satisfied for centuries.
"You know," Began my jabbering trap, "I always wondered how I would do this. In a dim restaurant somewhere, off in a private section with roses and wine, on the beach in Jeju, or even at a park near the Han river. Yet, here I am, kneeling on the cold tile of our dining room," The both of us share a quiet laugh at the irony, "I guess it's funny how things turn out, huh?"
She nods, biting on her bottom lip to stifle a fraction of her grin. It is in vain, however, as for just a moment, her smile breaks free, showcasing her pretty teeth. When it hides behind her lips again, I find myself missing it.
"I can't even begin to tell you how much you mean to me. If I did, we would be here all night. I..,"
I tilted my head back, blinking away the familiar sting of fresh tears. I promised myself I wouldn't do this, but the universe always has a different plan. The warmth of her palm rests against the side of my face, delicate and soft, as it tilts my head back in her direction.
"It's okay," She says, "Don't hold it. You can cry, Yugyeom."
In some mere form of rebellion, I continue to squeeze my eyes shut, finding that it only provokes more tears. When the bothersome itch of rolling teardrops introduce themselves to my skin, I give up, pealing them open.
