you stopped by my house one day, a smile on your heart-shaped lips

"miyoung"

("hello, my love")

"kyungsoo"

("i missed you")

this was how we greeted each other,

the emotion in our voices enough to display our love

(it was different when we were alone)

someone tall was with you

"hi, im chanyeol"

(cello)

"i usually hang with soo when i don't have work"

(soo)

(what a cute nickname)

you stepped forward and reached for my hand, our fingers lacing together like pieces from a puzzle

(made for each other)

"i want you to come over," you said

i had never been to your house before

(not that i didn't want to come)

"not today, later. i want you to meet my friends"

at the mention of friends, i bit my lip, worried

i was never good at meeting new people

(you were the exception)

"please?"

my eyes shifted to chanyeol, who was nodding his head vigorously

(silently)

"i'd like that"