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Oh my love, let's go. 

Hundreds, maybe probably thousands of people, are around us. You approach me, pretending you don't know that.

We are dressed in the most casual outfit we can find in our wardrobe, trying to blend in with the crowd, to avoid suspicion. But yet somehow, we seem to be glowing. 

In each other's eyes.

With a blink of an eye, I lose sight of you. I look around in worry, fearing that you'd been caught and recognised by your fans or the paparazzi that may be hiding somewhere. 

Within a minute, I shudder. 

"Did I keep you waiting for long?" 

There come your husky whisper, on my cheeks, in my ears and finally, on my lips. 

"I miss you." 

Without any forewarning or permission, you cause me to blush.

I try to hide and cover this fact, but oh... 

You know me at your fingertips. 

☮☮☮☮☮☮☮

There is no words exchanged. We shine, or more rather, you shine under the street light. I refuse to say any words; I'm satisfied, just glomping in your warm overcoat in this cold weather and hearing your smooth breathing. 

Just like a movie. 

This is a special night which shines us.

I'll walk around with you, our fingers intertwined, on this street. 

My Love. 

"How are you doing? You seem to have lost weight." 

We stop in our steps as you spin me around to face you, arms rest on my shoulders. You pout your lips, an action that you would do whenever you're worried or anxious.

"Look who's talking. You're the one who look so haggard and tired," I caress your face, lips pouting too, an action that we've in common and is being identified by fans and professionals.

Anyone seems fated to meet somebody and to dream to love.

In my case, it's you. 

"Busy promoting my album, busy preparing for our Japan dome tour and lastly, busy missing MY girlfriend," you let out a boyish smile as you rub my ears affectionately. "Tell me how can I not look tired." 

"Cheesy much!" 

I give a light slap on your arm, trying to be annoyed but my acting fail big time. I just simply can't rub the silly grin off my face. 

"Come here now," you pull me into your arms and craddle me, eyes closed.

I could hear your heart beating against your chest, as though beating the same beat as mine. Inhaling, a familiar brand of cologne hit my nostrils and I smile inwardly; you're still using the brand of cologne that I like.

In your heart, in your breath and in your scent, my heart flutters for your sweet voice.

Honestly, I'd asked myself this question many a times. 

Can I let myself fall so deeply? Do I need to wait and see? 

"You just don't know how much your presence alone can affect me, Im Yoona," you sigh as I feel your arms tighten around me.

And just by that, that question has been eradicated from my heart and mind. 

Completely. 

☮☮☮☮☮☮☮

"Happy 6-months anniversary," I finally pluck up enough courage to pull away from the hug and give you a smile. 

I take out something from my bag and give it to you. 

"Omo! It's ruined!" 

I can't believe that even the heaven is playing a trick on me! I made a slice of cake this morning just for this occasion and I guess after jostling with the crowd earlier on, it's squashed. 

"Hahaha!" 

Your chuckles ring loud in this quiet street with only the both of us and I look at you, pouting away in dismay. You always LOVE to mock at me! 

"Pabo," you smile and take the box from me. "I still love it. Even though it's... ugly." 

"Y-Yah! You're annoying! Give it back if you don't want!" I try to reach for the box in a fit of anger.

"Who says I don't want it. It's for me, isn't it?" You blow a whisper into my ear and I go all weak and wobbly, while you give a satisfied smile. 

Sometimes, I just hope you don't whisper too sweetly, because I think I'll get sad too fast the moment I recall that we'll not be seeing each other for another few days or weeks. But still, I just hope you can hold my hands and look at me and maybe give me... a light kiss? 

"Im Yoona," you hold my hands into yours and hold my gaze tenderly. 

You inch cl