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𝘐𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘍𝘰𝘯𝘵 - 𝘍𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴
𝙄𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙯𝙚𝙙 𝘽𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙁𝙤𝙣𝙩 - 𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣 𝘽𝙞𝙚𝙗𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙜 "10,000 𝙃𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨" 𝙖𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣. (𝙋𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙙𝙤 𝙩𝙧𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜.)

 

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SEUNGKWAN'S POV

 

It's not over year when Mingyu hyung decided to marry me. It has always been a question how he get to that point where he wanted to spend his whole (ann/oying) life with my likes, really.

I heard a movement from the bed beside me, his heavy body used a good half of the bed we actually had an argument about before we even get to settle to. 

 

"𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘶𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘳." 𝘐 𝘴𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

𝘞𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘶𝘺 𝘧𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳.

"𝘞𝘩𝘺? 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘥. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘥𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦" 

𝘐 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘐 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰, 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘐 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 "𝘐 𝘥𝘰" 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦.

"𝘏𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨, 𝘐 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘬." 𝘗𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘮 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘐 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘶𝘱, 𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘥.

𝘔𝘺 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘯.

"𝘚𝘦𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘸𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 20𝘴. 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦." 

"𝘐𝘵𝘴 𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘺𝘭𝘦, 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘫𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴?"

"𝘞𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘐 𝘮𝘢𝘫𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮𝘴?" 𝘏𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦. 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦, 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 ㅡ𝘐 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘶𝘱.

"𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘦. 𝘓𝘦𝘵'𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘦." 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘴𝘬, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦.

"𝘏𝘦𝘺! 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨."

 "𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦." 

𝘍𝘦𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘰𝘯, 𝘸𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘧𝘧 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘶𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘵 𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘦.

 

I turned my body to face him, I touched his cheeks and my hands looked silk white beside his sunkissed skin. Gorgeous, that's what I've always thought of him in my mind, but never get a chance to say out loud. I don't want to beat him up right after.

"Hmm..." he murmured, but it came out as incoherent sentences. Did I say he is pouting while sleeping? 

Over the months we stayed together I learnt that he is a child trapped in an adult's body. I gently brushed my thumb over his nose, to the side with his cheeks and smiled to myself. 

I can still remember the first time he took out all my insecurities.

 

 

"𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦. 𝘞𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 ... " ㅡ 𝘧𝘪𝘵

𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦  𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘵. 𝘐 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘮𝘱 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵.

" '𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵', 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘚𝘦𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘸𝘢𝘯?"  𝘋𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢. 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘸𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘵𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺, 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘭'𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘺.

"𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶? 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘶𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘶𝘱𝘵𝘰, 𝘶𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦. 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘻𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶." 𝘐𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘸𝘭 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢 

"𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨? 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘻𝘰𝘯𝘦. 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦." 𝘈 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴, 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥ㅡ 𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘨𝘰.

"𝘍𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘮𝘦, 𝘚𝘦𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘸𝘢𝘯." 𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘮𝘭𝘺, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘶𝘱. 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺, 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥.