Mood Song: Crying [feat. Baby Soul] - Infinite

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Sang Hee’s POV

It was midnight.

Or at least I think it was.

The full moon shone silently and lit the plentiful garden I stood in. Glowing fireflies slowly ascended from the bushes, creating a peaceful, starry image. As I stood silently amazed, they slowly encircled me, fluttering in a carefree manner.

I held my hand out, and a few landed gently on it. I softly blew them off; they twirled away like gold dust. Amazement and joy filled me.

Soon enough, they danced around me before heading away, a paved road appearing under them.

“Wait, don’t leave me!” I said, not wanting to be left alone.

I ran after the fireflies, after the jewels that lit everything up so brightly. My footsteps resounded on the paved road.

The more I ran, the more the vegetation seemed to disappear from the garden. I could soon see the grand, modest fence surrounding it.

After what seemed like a long yet not exhausting run, I arrived to an enormous, majestic gate made of gold. A simple, giant carving of a music note adorned it.

Without hesitation, as if by instinct, I pushed one of the doors. It was light, but I wasn’t surprised. It was as if I was expecting it to not be heavy all along.

What awaited me on the other side was a grass-covered cliff overlooking the endless ocean. A gentle wind made the grass roll in slight waves. But what attracted my attention was the figure of a person standing at the far end of it.

I walked towards that silhouette without a doubt. I knew it without hesitation: I needed to be with that person right now.

My heartbeat hastened as his defined features came upon my sight. As I approached the figure, my footsteps sped up as I recognized the silhouette.

Jonghyun.

As he held out his arms, I threw myself against him, wrapping him with my arms tightly.

We stayed there for a moment, silent, conveying the feelings we couldn’t express. His heartbeat reassured me and warmed my own heart. I felt his hand softly my hair.

I looked up to him. He smiled at me sweetly, his eyes gleaming with warmth. I wanted to lose myself in them, to lose myself in time by his side.

He let go of me and then held my hand softly. The image of him standing against the moonlight, against the endless sea took my breath away.

He then said in a whisper: “Let’s be together forever.”

I melted at those words. My mind was filled with the hazes of love.

He put one step back, followed by another, pulling me slowly with him. We were by the edge of the cliff: the waves seemed like whispers against the rocks. The ocean seemed to welcome both of us. He didn’t release me from his tender gaze, and I felt myself losing conscience of anything other than him.

I was ready to fall into the ocean with him, to be somewhere where only he mattered. I felt invincible, forever blissful with him. The ocean didn’t seem like a threat. Nothing could seem like a threat when he was here, with me.

As we were now on the very edge, he pulled me more forcefully, wrapping me protectively in his arms. I did the same, burying my face in his chest.

I felt a slight wavering towards the edge, followed by an overwhelming feeling of falling. But I didn’t care.

It’ll be fine.

Because you’re with me, Jonghyun.

An unspeakable force took my arm suddenly, so strongly that I was separated from him. Panic immediately surfaced at the realisation that I wasn’t with him anymore.

I opened my eyes and saw the ocean below me, roaring with murderous intent. Something held my left hand from above, something filled with strength and warmth.

Someone was holding me, saving me from certain death.

I quickly looked above, fear now conquering my heart as I was facing death.

And I couldn’t help but feel my throat tighten and my eyes fill with grateful tears at his sight.

The one person who had been so kind to me. The one person who had always wanted me to do my best. The one person who had struggled for so long without me knowing.

Dae Myung.

I woke up suddenly.

I didn’t recognize this room. I didn’t recognize this bed.

I quickly sat up, my mind confused, panicked.

I rubbed my temple, trying to remember anything.

Then everything seemed to flow back in.

I was in Dae Myung’s apartment, taking care of his younger brothers. I had probably fallen asleep after reading to them.

I then recalled the incredibly weird dream I had, the emotions I had felt so vividly: the joy of finding Jonghyun, the bliss of being held by him, the blind abandon I felt as we let ourselves fall, the panic as I was separated from him, the gratefulness at Dae Myung’s sight.

Sounds of pots clanging resounded from the kitchen. I was still slightly troubled by the dream, but my heart panicked at the thought that this might’ve been a burglar. But then again, if it really was one, I might not have been living right now.

Perhaps it was Dae Myung?

I got up and silently made my way out of the room, uncertain of what to expect.

But relief and happiness soon filled me, as I saw his familiar back.

“Dae Myung! You came back?” I said, a smile immediately on my lips.

He seemed startled for a moment, then turned, surprised. He then simply smiled back, just like he always used to.

“No, really?” he said, joking. “Well, since you’re awake, mind helping me make something healthy for the boys for once?” He showed me the pan he was holding.

“For once?” I said, surprised. “What the hell do you feed them then?”

“Oh, nothing too dangerous,” he stated, laughing. “I eat what they eat too, you know. Just some harmless ramen.”

“Everyday?!” I gasped, even more surprised. I then took the pan from him. “It’s a good thing for those boys that I’m here today. What do you have in the fridge?”

He laughed slightly then opened the fridge for me. I observed the food in it: there wasn’t much, but I think I could manage to make a simple stew.

“Okay, take those onions and cut it,” I said, pointing to some onions. I then took 3 carrots and set them against a cutting board. “We’re making stew today!”

I took a knife and started slicing the carrots into small bits, hoping I would be able to make the stew taste good.

I was still a bit startled by my dream, but it was probably pointless to dwell on it. Besides, dreams never come true, so why bother lingering on it?

Although I won’t deny I loved the feeling of being with Jonghyun…

Dae Myung’s POV

I slightly shook the twins up.

As they slowly awakened, I took them both in my arms. They groggily rubbed their eyes cutely.

“It’s time to eat some stew Sang Hee noona made!” I said happily.

At the mention of her name, they seemed to have all traces of sleepiness erase themselves from their faces.

“Sang Hee noona made stew?!” Kang Dae exclaimed.

“Qwick, we go eat!” Chung Hee said, eager.

I didn’t wait much longer. I walked back into the living room, smiling, and set them at the modest, wooden table.

The usually ramen-filled table now had a big bowl of vegetable stew on it. Four small bowls were neatly set with spoons and napkins.

Sang Hee was seated and smiled at the twins kindly. I sat as well. Our gazes met. I couldn’t help but feel overjoyed.

To think I’d see the day I’d let Sang Hee know about my family, even more one where I would let her cook for us. Life really was unexpected.

We all clasped our hands together.

“Jal meokkesseumnida!” we all said, joyful.

Afterwards, she took Kang Dae’s bowl and filled it first with stew. Chung Hee’s bowl soon followed. She then started filling hers afterwards.

I then gazed at her, who was making sure Chung Hee and Kang Dae were eating well at the other side of the table, just like a mom.

Suddenly, a weird thought occurred to me.

Weren’t we kind of like a married couple, with the twins as our children?

Sudden embarrassment and confusion appeared as I realized that I actually liked that idea.

I shook my head slightly to make that idea disappear and took some stew. As I poured it into my bowl, I was slightly relieved to see that it smelled good.

Let’s see if it’s as good as it smells.

I slowly dipped my spoon in and brought it to my mouth.

I immediately smiled.

It was a perfect balance of sweet and salty; the broth she used mixed with the few spices she added really highlighted the vegetables. She was an incredible cook. Not even Umma could cook this well.

I could see by the way Chung Hee and Kang Dae were eating it eagerly that they loved it as well.

Sang Hee’d make a good wife.

…

...

No way, I didn’t just think that.

I'm really weird these days…

The twins were now reading books in our room, after having thanked Sang Hee for the delicious stew.

We were now both at the sink, washing the dishes. I rubbed soap on them while she rinsed it off.

For some reason, we were both silent, as if we had nothing to say. As I felt her beside me, without saying a single word, I started to feel self-conscious, wondering if I should initiate conversation.

She beat me to it though.

“Hey… Dae Myung.” she said, watching the water brush the bubbles off the dish in her hands.

“Hm?” I looked at her inquiringly.

 “I found a place where you can work to get enough money for the training fees.” She set the dish on the side so it would dry and took another one I had just finished scrubbing.

I smiled bitterly. “Don’t bother. I’m going to quit training.”

She looked at me, surprised, until frustration set in her eyes. “I’m not letting you quit! I’ll work with you too! And I’ll even give you part of my pay from SM.”

It made me slightly happy, to know she would do so much for me. I knew I’d feel bad if I took some of her pay though.

“Nope. It’s too troublesome.” I said, handing her the last dish.

She took it, and I could see the fire of determination in her eyes light even more before turning her gaze to concentrate on the dish.

“Well, too bad. I’m still going to work there, and you’ll have to accept the money I give you,” she stated, stubborn. She soon softened up, a kind smile on her lips. “Besides, I know you can make it as an idol, Dae Myung.”

“What? You’re not really serious about this, are you?” I asked, surprised.

“I am. Even if you don’t want me to be. And if you quit the training, I won’t talk to you anymore.” she said, pouting.

I laughed softly. What could shy, clumsy Sang Hee really do without me though?

 “You won’t last without talking to me.” I said, amused.

She set the last dish on the side then sighed, looking outside the small window in front of us and pouting. “You know me too well… That’s unfair.”

After a few moments, she turned to look at me, now wearing a pleading look, and clasped her hands together.

“Please, Dae Myung. I really want you to continue training,” she said softly. “If it’s you, I know you’ll make it.”

I knew I was at a huge disadvantage right now. The way she looked at me with such cute eyes…

I felt my resolve quickly dissolve. I knew that she had won.

How could I ever say no to her?

Well, if she works too, I guess it’ll be fine, since we’ll spend more time together. Plus, I won’t admit it to her, but I really did love dancing and singing.

I also might be able to save up a bit for Umma and the twins.

I sighed, falsely exasperated.

“Alright. What’s this job about?” I asked, smiling slightly.

“At a bakery store! With a lot of cupcakes.” she said, overjoyed that I had accepted. She took my hands and held them together, gazing into my eyes with excitement.

“I’m reassuring you now. You won’t regret it, Dae Myung!”

Regret spending time with you?

I don’t think so.

I wasn’t so sure about the bakery though.

“Cupcakes? Do you really see me baking something?” I said with doubt. “I can’t even cook something other than instant noodles.”

She dried her hands on the kitchen towel.

“I’m sure you’ll learn quickly, just like at school,” she said confidently. She then smiled sheepishly. “Besides, I’ll probably do more mistakes than you will, since I’m oh-so-clumsy, right?”

I couldn’t help laughing slightly. She was right: knowing her, she’d probably do more mistakes than I would.

She walked over to the room where the twins were reading, telling them goodbye, to which they started pleading her not to leave.

I dried my hands off the towel then walked over to the door, looking at the spectacle of the twins clinging to her and her trying to calm them down.

It was around 8 ‘o clock, so the sun was about to set. I was a bit worried about her walking out alone, even though her house was about twenty minutes of walk from mine.

As she succeeded in calming them, not without promising to come back, she picked up her bag and walked to the doorway. I followed her and leaned my side against the wall, arms crossed, while watching her put on her shoes.

“I’ll you home.” I said, concerned.

“Oh that’s alright,” she replied, smiling. “The twins need someone at home anyways.”

“It’s only twenty minutes of walk until there. I won’t take that long.”

“You still have to walk back, so that makes forty minutes.” she replied with a slight smirk.

“Seriously, they’ll be fine. I’m more worried about you.” I insisted.

She pouted. “Fine. But you’ll have to run back home then when I’ll have arrived safely.”

I smiled, happy I had won this round. “It’s a deal.”

Only a few cars had passed since we left my house twenty minutes ago. I was definitely glad I had insisted on escorting her. We weren’t talking much. There was just something soothing that reassured us that silence was perfectly fine now.

As we walked side by side without saying anything, I felt comfortable and at peace. If I really was in love, I’d be in all those sort of states where I’d be nervous, anxious and yet overjoyed. But I wasn’t in any of them. Maybe overjoyed, but I think slightly happy to walk by her side was a better term.

Which means I’m not in love, right…?

As the wind blew slightly, she held her coat, shielding herself as much as she could from the cold.

“You should’ve brought a jacket.” I said simply.

“Well, I didn’t plan on staying this late at your house.” she said, smiling slightly.

Seeing her try to warm herself up made me feel bad for not having a jacket on me to lend her.

“Yeah, sorry. I didn’t want to wake you up. We’re almost at your house though, so bear with it for a while.”

“Yeah, I’m trying.”

As we continued walking, seeing her shiver and try to warm herself made me tell myself I should do something. I didn’t know what to do exactly though. I started to feel self-conscious and a bit nervous. I could sense her presence beside me clearly, as if it was the only thing I could perceive around me.

What should I do?

Hold her hand?

Wrap my arms around her?

Give her a hug?

I debated on what to do, my mind undecided and anxious. She didn’t seem to notice anything though, as she just stared ahead, impatient about arriving.

I started reaching out for her, until I receded my hand at the last second. I tried to bring myself to have courage. I knew I wanted to hold her badly, but something prevented me from doing it.

How could I, out of all people, not bring myself to do something I wanted to?

As I told myself that, I had suspicions of the reason why I was feeling this way. But I didn’t want to think them out. I didn’t want to face the reasons why I was acting this way.

Ignoring just seemed like a better solution.

Her house started appearing faintly in the distance. We were almost there. But the closer we got, the further she seemed.

It felt like the more we were close to parting, the more I lost confidence in talking to her. The way I was acting now frustrated me, but I couldn’t seem to get over my fear as it grew.

When did you get so pathetic, Dae Myung?

As we got to her house, I felt regret already eating my insides. I didn’t even get a chance to do anything as I saw her shivering, even though I wanted to so badly.

She turned to face me, a sweet smile plastered on her face.

“Thank you for accompanying me,” she said happily. She then laughed slightly. “Now you have to run back home.”

Her smile was enough to make me forget all the frustration I had. The corners of my lips swerved upwards automatically.

“I can’t believe you still remember that.” I said, wearing slight disbelief and amusement on my face.

She shrugged, her smile still on her lips, then turned to walk up the stairs. She took out her keys and opened the door; I stood there, looking up at her, the same smile on my lips. She entered and stood in the entrance.

She slightly turned back and waved. “Don’t forget to run!”

“You're still worrying about that? Go inside and warm yourself, pabo!”

“Be safe on the way!”

“Okay!”

“Bye, Dae Myung~.”

With that said, she smiled one last time then closed the door softly, gently.

The grudging feeling of regret returned and would not leave afterwards.

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Well well well. There’s no Jonghyun’s POV, because I wrote so much for this chapter I had to cut it in half. xD So yes, this is a double update! Hehehe I hope you guys are glad!

The dream is a bit enigmatic at first, but it shouldn’t take too long to understand~. But, as a respectable author (am I?), I will let you guys figure out the meaning by yourselves. ~ <3

For this chapter picture, it was a bit obvious why I had to put Dae Myung, since Jonghyun wasn't even in this one. xD It's yet again the Ulzzang Lee Chi Hoon. Aigoo, I swear, I'm becoming a fangirl. <3

Has Dae Myung edged himself more into you guys’ hearts? He really did for me, even though I’m the author LOL. Now let us proceed on to Jonghyun in the next chapter to see what he does on his side! This really feels like a battle or something… Oh wait, it kinda is.

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