A/N: It’s a long long long time since the last time I posted a oneshot… This plot is not unique at all… simple and cliché but I tried to write it in a different way from my usual ones… I’d be happy if this could make you smile even for a second… And another one is that this oneshot is my present to my sweet friend sarasirpishinhwa… she’s been supporting me since I started writing… This is my way of showing my gratitude and *cough* saying sorry *cough* to her… Sara! I hope you can enjoy this! <3

Today is the day I have ever been waiting…

Today is the day you will be mine…

Today is the day that I am saying my vows to you…

3 Years, 3 months and 6 days ago…

It was my birthday and that was why I remembered that date exactly. I was having a small drinking party with my close friends in a

club and getting wasted since the next day would be Saturday.

However, the very first phone call you made to me threw my plans far away, to somewhere in the universe.

“Is this the designer Mun Jung Hyuk?”

“He’s speaking.”

“Hi… I’m Shin Hye Sung from Nature Path Group. From One Time Project.”

“Yes. So what can I help? I think you already replied that you’re satisfied with my work.”

“Yes… That’s right. I’m so sorry to inform but we need some minor changes in your design because we have modified our concept a

little bit… And we would like to have it changed before Monday because there’ll be the Board Meeting and we’ll have to present it

there…”

“So… you mean I’ll have to work it over again? By the way, I think the coordinator for this project is Mr.Kang, isn’t he?”

“Yes, he is. But he’s already assigned to another project and now I’m the new coordinator for these alternations. Don’t worry,

Mr.Mun. It won’t take much of your time… If you’re fine, I’ll come over your firm to discuss it with you right now…”

Just like that, my plans were gone with the wind and instead of them, you entered my life with a thick file of your project. A tall

and slender guy with shy yet nagging personality was not my favorite at the first impression. So-called minor changes you had said

ate my birthday away plus both of my weekends. Spending my weekends in my design firm with a nagging voice from a perfectionist,

that was you, was a total disaster and I started to lose my cool until my mouth slipped the fact I like playing a certain game and then

both of us fell into a discussion about games, discovering each other’s charms through words and expressions. And I assumed that

meeting with you was not that bad.

You enter the church and walk down the aisle with slow yet firm steps…

Your eyes sparkle with excitement and a tint of nervousness…

You are full of confident although there is no one beside you…

2 years, 9 months and 23 days ago...

“Yah… You… Mikkulaji! Why did you turn it off???”

“Because I don’t wanna play anymore… I’m hungry… I can’t focus…”

“Nonsense! You don’t just want to admit you’re going to lose…”

“Who cares! It’s my game… so my rules!”

“YAH!”

I dodged the pillow you threw at me and shoved my tongue at you before heading to the kitchen to grab something to eat. During

these six months, we had already passed the mere colleagues level and climbed to the best buddies state, to say exactly game

buddies. We often sleep over each other’s house alternatively on weekends and play games against each other and well, bickering

and fighting must be the supplementary hobbies.

In these months, we found out more and more about each other, both good and bad sides. You already knew my 4D and childish

personality that is well-hidden at work while I found out you are actually a stubborn and bossy ahjumma covered by your prince-like

visual. But it must be the reason we became more and more comfortable around each other, not bothering to keep our facades and

just letting ourselves lose.

I turned my head when I heard footsteps behind me and found your hesitant look.

“What? Spill it…”

“Next week, I think we can’t meet…”

“Why? You have an appointment?”

“I…My mom set a blind date for me… so…”

I still remembered that pang in my chest when I heard your words. But, at that time, I did not understand what that feeling was.

“Good for you… but bad for that girl…”

I even teased you but got a little surprised when I did not get back any curse or at least a snort from you. You just looked at me and

sighed before telling me you were not willing to go and asking me what you should do. I shrugged my shoulders and told you to try it

out for once, not taking your kind of disappointed face that much in my mind. But when you went back home that day, I

unintentionally drank beyond my tolerance without caring what was the next day and ended up calling the sick on the first day of

the week. 

You stand in front of me and flash a warm smile…

You listen to my vows with a shade of pink on your cheeks…

You let me listen to your vows saying in your angelic voice…

2 years, 1 month and 4 days ago...

You understand the value of something only when you lose it. That was what I was feeling in those nine months. I stared at the cold

game consoles that I did not touch for a long time. Gaming had become the most annoying thing for me in this world. What was the

meaning in it if there was no rival and no arguing?

I blamed myself for telling you to try the blind date because it had carried you away from me since that day. If I were a sorcerer and

had the power to foresee the future, I would know the girl you were meeting with was exactly your type and you would become

attached to her, leaving no time for our gaming sessions. Then, I would have discouraged you not to go to that date. But, everything

had already been done and I even did not have a single idea how I had been living my life on weekends before I met you.

I knew I was lying to myself by trying to convince my mind that I was being just bored because I had nobody to play games with.

Actually, I had shockingly comprehended the emptiness in my chest a long time ago and I had been struggling in the denial process

knowing I would never succeed.

A ring from my front door bell woke me up from my miserable mourning and when I walked towards to the door, I could not realize

that I was on the way to the sharp turn of my life. Seeing you in front of my door with a red mark on your cheek and begging doe

eyes at midnight was the most memorable scene of my life.

“I broke up with her…”

Those were the very first words you said to me while rubbing your cheek. I silently let you in to my apartment and you silently

walked towards the couch, sitting there with your face being buried in your hands.

“I thought you were on good terms…”

You looked up at me and smiled weakly, a shade of sadness spreading on your face.

“Yes… we were… but… I felt… empty being with her… I felt something was missing…”

 You just kept looking at me, as if you were finding something on my face. I made the place beside you sink down while sitting and

letting out the sigh.

“What are you finding?”

“You…”

Then, I thanked God for answering my prayer and at the same time, promised to go to the Church regularly till I die.

You let me slip the ring to your left fourth finger…

You let me touch your lips with mine…

You let me wipe away your silvery tears rolling down your cheeks…

1 month and 10 days ago...

I carried your luggage into our bedroom. That sounded so right to say “Our bedroom” instead of “My bedroom”. During our two-year

relationship, I had never succeeded in persuading you to move in with me. You had just kept turning it down, only consoling my

sulky mind with a weekly sleep-over and calls and messages.

But, I should not keep a happy and giggling face in front of you at the moment when you had just driven away from your home by

your parents after a serious like hell fight which had been supposed to be my first time greeting visit to your parents. We had

expected this ending but not that coldly and quickly. However, I still thanked them to let you go with me and even give you time to

pack. They seemed like they had given up on you and they never wanted to meet us again. And, my parents who had never been

interested in my ual preference were at the first place in my “Thank You” list.

You were still on mute mode until we got back our apartment. Well, you had just been abandoned by your parents and I could not

expect you to be bubbling. I grabbed your hand gently and led you to the bed, making you sit before you looked at me with eyes of a

lost puppy.

“Don’t give me that look… You’re like a lost puppy in the rain…”

“Shut up… I’ve just been disowned by my parents…”

“Don’t worry… In dramas, parents usually accept their children back when they get a grandchild…”

“I’m not in the mood for your silly jokes…”

 I pulled you towards my embrace and let my head rest on your shoulder.

“Are you regretting now?”

Your arms softly rested around my waist and I felt a sigh on my neck.

“Don’t you think it’s already late to ask that question?”

We stayed like that and when I heard those words from you, I realized that I must have saved a country in my previous life.

“I’m glad I chose you, Mun Jung Hyuk…”

We get out from the Church and start to walk down the path towards our car, hand in hand…

We recall our memories and feel blissful at the same time…

We give assuring smiles towards each other for the path ahead of us…

For the days waiting for us…