We felt the soft blades of grass bend back under the weight of our bare feet. The light faded slowly as the sun changed from vibrant yellow to rusty orange to deep red and violets before disappearing altogether beyond the edge of the visible earth. Darkness did not scare me, fear held no sway over me, not as long as we were together. I felt the warmth of his hand in mine and was content. I lamented every second we would have to spend apart, so I was determined to make this memorable, for both our sakes.

Regrettably, I was forced to release his hand as I shrugged the backpack off of my shoulders, reaching into its depths to grab the soft blanket I’d packed specifically for this moment. The velvety fabric, cool to the touch, eased the pain in my heart. The blanket, a wonderful mixture of colors that seemed unique but similar (ironically, much like my boyfriend and I), rippled as I laid it out on the grass. Before I allowed him to sit down, I carefully flattened the wrinkles in the fabric, checking that no rocks or lumps of earth hid beneath the unassuming plaid.

“I’m not a glass sculpture, you know. A few bumps on the ground won’t hurt me, I promise.” My boyfriend looked at me, slightly put off by my excessive precautions, though he deigned to sit on the blanket beside me. He didn’t understand, but I really couldn’t help but perfect everything for him, because to me, he is perfection come to life, so it’s impossible for me to be anything less than flawless when I’m with him. He wasn’t angry, though he pretended to be. I could see the pink glow creeping onto his cheeks, showing the embarrassment he attempted to cover with irritation.

“Yeobo~” I held my hands to his face, cupping it gently. “You know I’m overprotective of you because you are the best thing that’s ever happened to me and I’m not about to let a stray clump of dirt cause you to leave me.”

With that mushy statement, I leaned in and kissed his nose before giving him a quick peck on the lips. My chaste kiss only deepened the blush on his face, the effect so adorable that I suddenly wished for a pocket-sized version just so I could carry him around and never have to leave his side.

As this was an impossibility, I settled for wrapping my long arms around his slim, but warm, body. At first, he was cautious, concerned about my intentions (after all, we’d only met a few weeks ago). I reassured him by kissing the top of his head, reveling in the sweet smell of strawberries. I love the way he smells, it just fits him so well.

The light, sweet scent of the fruit reflected his sweet and shy personality, yet the somewhat sour undertones led me to believe that there was more to this boy than I had discovered so far. It made me eager to learn more about him, I wanted to know everything, delve into the dark recesses of his mind, see how he ticks, determine if he’s as beautiful inside as out.

The way I held him, as if he were the most precious object I’d ever held in my entire life, seemed to convince him that my intentions were pure. I felt him relax into my embrace, leaning to rest his back on my chest. His head leaned on my shoulder, fitting perfectly, as I knew it must, into the crook of my neck. We were like the last two pieces of the puzzle of love, filling in the blanks the other left behind. My weaknesses were his strengths, his weaknesses were my strengths, and we meshed together in absolute harmony.

We stayed there for thousands of seconds, hundreds of minutes, and time seemed to freeze, as if it sensed our desperation and granted us our heart’s desires. But as the crisp colours of autumn must give way to the leafless branches of winter, we could not be together forever.

I awoke suddenly, inhaling sharply, awestruck by the intensity of my dream. Out of sheer instinct, I d the sheets beside me, searching for the reassuring warmth, but my fingers clutched only cold emptiness and I remembered. He’s not here. He’s not here because I left. I needed to hear his voice. My hands shook as I punched in the all-too-familiar numbers. It rang several times, the seconds felt like hours…

“Yobosayeo?” His voice sounded groggy, and I felt a twinge of guilt since I’d obviously woken him up. I suppose that should have been expected, as the bright green digital numbers on the clock next to my bed informed me that it was well past two in the morning.

“Taemin? Did I wake you? Of course I did. I’m so sorry, I just really need to hear your voice.” I hear a few muffled sounds from the other end of the phone, probably Taemin sitting up and turning on the lamp on his bedside table.

“Minho? What’s wrong? Why did you call so late?” Taemin sounded worried, so I rushed to deny that anything was wrong.

“Aniyo, I’m alright. I just had a very realistic dream is all.”

“Chincha? What was it about?” I laughed.

“You, of course, what else?”

“Oh? Tell me about it.”

“Well, do you remember after we met? When we’d been dating for a few weeks? I took you to the top of the hill and we talked for hours and hours and your mom thought you’d died because you didn’t tell her that you’d be home late?”

Taemin laughed at the last part. (He also nodded, though I couldn’t see that) “Yes, I remember yeobo~ What about it?”

“That was my dream…just us…together. Happy. We watched the stars until the moon became the sun. It’s my favourite memory of us.” I smiled, becoming nostalgic. It took me a minute to realize that Taemin hadn’t replied.

“Yeobo? Are you still there?” I waited anxiously, hoping that our call hadn’t been disconnected.

After a moment’s hesitation, I heard: “Ne, I’m here. Always. I was just reminiscing…” He trailed off for a minute before continuing.

“I love the darkness before the dawn…when I see the stars fading, I think of you.”

At a loss for words, I simply froze, listening to the sound of our unified breaths, neither of speaking for several minutes. I broke the silence first.

“I miss you…I want to see you, but you’re sleeping. A new day is dawning, so sleep now and we can meet again in a dream…” I could almost hear Taemin’s blush.

“Saranghae jagiya~” He practically whispered, but I caught every word, as always, because I could not bear to miss anything that passed through those angelic lips.

“Until tomorrow.” The phone emitted a soft click as the call ended.

AN: Yeah so I'm really not sure where the hell this came from but it's adorable and fluffy and I like it. I got the idea for it from the song Telephone by TVXQ. Hope you like it, if you did, or even if you didn't, please comment below~ (I love comments and I always reply to them) ^.^ If you'd like to have a chat with me, here's my tumblr

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